Mr. Pickwick roused at the name. 'I refer you to my attorney, Sir; Mr. Perker, of Gray's Inn,' said he.'Waiter, show this gentleman out.'
'Beg your pardon, Mr. Pickwick,' said Jackson,deliberately depositing his hat on the floor, and drawing from his pocket the strip of parchment. 'But personal service, by clerk or agent, in these cases, you know, Mr. Pickwick—nothing like caution, sir, in all legal forms—eh?'
Here Mr. Jackson cast his eye on the parchment; and,resting his hands on the table, and looking round with a winning and persuasive smile, said, 'Now, come;don't let's have no words about such a little matter as this. Which of you gentlemen's name's Snodgrass?'