“But I trust, sir,” said Pott, “that I have never abused the enormous power I wield. I trust, sir, that I have never pointed the noble instrument which is placed in my hands, against the sacred bosom of private life, or the tender breast of individual reputation; I trust, sir, that I have devoted my energies to⁠—to endeavours⁠—humble they may be, humble I know they are⁠—to instil those principles of⁠—which⁠—are⁠—”

Here the editor of the Eatanswill Gazette , appearing to ramble, Mr. Pickwick came to his relief, and said⁠—

“Certainly.”

“And what, Sir,” said Pott⁠—“what, Sir, let me ask you as an impartial man, is the state of the public mind in London, with reference to my contest with the Independent ?”