Comprising the final Exit of Mr. Jingle and Job Trotter, with a great Morning of business in Gray’s

           WhenArabella,aftersomegentlepreparationandmanyassurancesthattherewasnottheleastoccasionforbeinglow-spirited,wasatlengthmadeacquaintedbyMr.PickwickwiththeunsatisfactoryresultofhisvisittoBirmingham,sheburstintotears,andsobbingaloud,lamentedinmovingtermsthatsheshouldhavebeentheunhappycauseofanyestrangementbetweenafatherandhisson.

           ‘Mydeargirl,’saidMr.Pickwickkindly,‘itisnofaultofyours.Itwasimpossibletoforeseethattheoldgentlemanwouldbesostronglyprepossessedagainsthisson’smarriage,youknow.Iamsure,’addedMr.Pickwick,glancingatherprettyface,‘hecanhaveverylittleideaofthepleasurehedenieshimself.’

           ‘Oh,mydearMr.Pickwick,’saidArabella,‘whatshallwedo,ifhecontinuestobeangrywithus?’

           ‘Why,waitpatiently,mydear,untilhethinksbetterofit,’repliedMr.Pickwickcheerfully.

           ‘But,dearMr.Pickwick,whatistobecomeofNathanielifhisfatherwithdrawshisassistance?’urgedArabella.

           ‘Inthatcase,mylove,’rejoinedMr.Pickwick,‘Iwillventuretoprophesythathewillfindsomeotherfriendwhowillnotbebackwardinhelpinghimtostartintheworld.’

           ThesignificanceofthisreplywasnotsowelldisguisedbyMr.PickwickbutthatArabellaunderstoodit.So,throwingherarmsroundhisneck,andkissinghimaffectionately,shesobbedlouderthanbefore.

           ‘Come,come,’saidMr.

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