"I'm glad of it," said Lowten."We were keeping it up pretty tolerably at the Stump last night, and I'm rather out of sorts this morning.Perker's been about that business of yours, by the bye.""What business?" inquired Mr.Pickwick."Mrs.Bardell's costs?""No, I don't mean that," replied Mr.Lowten."About getting that customer that we paid the ten shillings in the pound to the bill discounter for, on your account--to get him out of the Fleet, you know--about getting him to Demerara.""Oh! Mr.Jingle!" said Mr.Pickwick, hastily."Yes.Well?""Well, it's all arranged," said Lowten, mending his pen."The agent at Liverpool said he had been obliged to you many times when you were in business, and he would be glad to take him on your recommendation.""That's well," said Mr.Pickwick."I am delighted to hear it.""But I say," resumed Lowten, scraping the back of the pen preparatory to making a fresh split, " what a soft chap that other is!""Which other?"
"Why, that servant, or friend, or whatever he is; you know; Trotter.""Ah?" said Mr.Pickwick, with a smile."I always thought him the reverse.""Well, and so did I, from what little I saw of him," replied Lowten, "it only shows how one may be deceived.What do you think of his going to Demerara, too?""What! And giving up what was offered him here!" exclaimed Mr.Pickwick.
"Treating Perker's offer of eighteen bob a-week, and a rise if he behaved himself, like dirt," replied Lowten."He said he must go along with the other one, and so they persuaded Perker to write again, and they've got him something on the same estate; not near so good, Perker says, as a convict would get in New South Wales, if he appeared at his trial in a new suit of clothes.""Foolish fellow," said Mr.Pickwick, with glistening eyes."Foolish fellow.""Oh, it's worse than foolish; it's downright sneaking, you know," replied Lowten, nibbing the pen with a contemptuous face."He says that he's the only friend he ever had, and he's attached to him, and all that.Friendship's a very good thing in its way: we are all very friendly and comfortable at the Stump, for instance, over our grog, where every man pays for himself;but damn hurting yourself for anybody else, you know! No man should have more than two attachments--the first, to number one, and the second to the ladies; that's what I say--ha! ha!" Mr.Lowten concluded with a loud laugh, half in jocularity, and half in derision, which was prematurely cut short by the sound of Perker's footsteps on the stairs: at the first approach of which, he vaulted on his stool with an agility most remarkable, and wrote intensely.
The greeting between Mr.Pickwick and his professional adviser was warm and cordial; the client was scarcely ensconced in the attorney's arm chair, however, when a knock was heard at the door, and a voice inquired whether Mr.Perker was within.
"Hark!" said Perker, "that's one of our vagabond friends--Jingle himself, my dear sir.Will you see him?""What do you think?" inquired Mr.Pickwick, hesitating.
"Yes, I think you had better.Here, you sir, what's your name, walk in, will you?"In compliance with this unceremonious invitation, Jingle and Job walked into the room, but, seeing Mr.Pickwick, stopped short in some confusion.
"Well," said Perker, "don't you know that gentleman?""Good reason to," replied Mr.Jingle, stepping forward."Mr.Pickwick--deepest obligations--life preserver--made a man of me--you shall never repent it, sir.""I am happy to hear you say so," said Mr.Pickwick."You look much better.""Thanks to you, sir--great change--Majesty's Fleet--unwholesome place--very,"said Jingle, shaking his head.He was decently and cleanly dressed, and so was Job, who stood bolt upright behind him, staring at Mr.Pickwick with a visage of iron.
"When do they go to Liverpool?" inquired Mr.Pickwick, half aside to Perker.
"This evening, sir, at seven o'clock," said Job, taking one step forward.
"By the heavy coach from the city, sir."
"Are your places taken?"
"They are, sir," replied Job.
"You have fully made up your mind to go?""I have, sir," answered Job.
"With regard to such an outfit as was indispensable for Jingle," said Perker, addressing Mr.Pickwick aloud, "I have taken upon myself to make an arrangement for the deduction of a small sum from his quarterly salary, which, being made only for one year, and regularly remitted, will provide for that expense.I entirely disapprove of your doing anything for him, my dear sir, which is not dependent on his own exertions and good conduct.""Certainly," interposed Jingle, with great firmness."Clear head--man of the world--quite right--perfectly.""By compounding with his creditor, releasing his clothes from the pawnbroker's, relieving him in prison, and paying for his passage," continued Perker, without noticing Jingle's observation, "you have already lost upwards of fifty pounds.""Not lost," said Jingle, hastily."Pay it all--stick to business--cash up--every farthing.Yellow fever, perhaps--can't help that--if not--" Here Mr.Jingle paused, and striking the crown of his hat with great violence, passed his hand over his eyes, and sat down.
