The Pickwick Papers Page #2

Always wanted to settle down in Demerara, West

Indies. Perfect climate. Pineapple rum. Gentlemen

planter. Elegant. Very.

Ah, the coach. My Luggage.

Here it is, sir.

Thank you. Of course, that's not all. Rest has gone

on ahead by water. Packing cases as big as houses.

Where are you bound for, sir?

The Bull Inn Rochester, sir.

The Bull Inn Rochester? Why, so am I. Excellent

food.

Be my guest. I insist. After you, sir.

Oh no, no, sir. After you.

I insist. A privilege.

Thank you, sir.

- Music-

The objects of the Pickwick club.

Why, I do believe Mr. Winkle has fallen asleep.

Good gracious, so has Mr. Snodgrass.

Ah, mulled wine. Excellent. Waiter, fill up

all around. No expense spared. In vino veritas. No

heel taps. Ah, you were saying, sir?

Was saying?

Uh-huh.

Oh, yes, yes. The object of the Pickwick club, to

study human nature and to be of service to it. Ever

vigilant.

What's going on upstairs, waiter? Lamps, glasses,

harps?

A ball, sir, in aid of charity. Tickets at the bar,

sir, half a guinea.

Half guinea? Reasonable.

Many fine women in this town, do you know, sir?

Devastating. Everyone knows Kent. Apples,

cherries,

hops, women.

Could we go to the ball, Mr. Pickwick?

Beginning, fiddles tuning, now the harps. Off

they go.

- Music-

Ladies, God bless them.

Oh, I should Like to go very much. Very much.

So should I. Confounded Luggage. No rag to back.

No

money till bank opens in the morning. Provoking.

Very.

I should be happy not only to take you as my guest

No, no, no, please, please, please.

No, no, no, but I insist. And also to lend you a suit

of mine for the occasion. But you are rather slim, and

I -

Rather fat. A Bacchus dismounted from

tub.

Have some wine.

I was about to observe that a suit of my friend Mr.

Winkle would perhaps fit you better.

He has a new blue coat with the club buttons. He's

own invention, and not yet officially in use by the rest

of us.

Just the thing. Let music be the food of Love. Play

on?

Give me excess of it. Et cetera and so forth. After

you, sir.

- Music -

Charming group. Pompous doctor. Army. Gaudy.

Lady in

black, aging widow. Lots of money. Our first chance

to

get our dance with widow, doctor's nose out of joint.

Entertaining. Very.

Do you know the Lady, sir?

Never saw her in my Life.

Your servant, ma'am. Jingles the name. Lord

Alfred Jingle. Link major the 33rd. May I have the

honor of this dance? So charming, please, may I?

Well.

And what is the name, Love?

Budger.

Budger. Any relation to Colonel Budger?

- Music-

Sir, my name is Slammer. Dr. Slammer, sir. 97th

regiment Chatham Barracks. My card, sir, my card.

Much obliged. Not sick at the moment, Slammer.

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