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Pickwick would be overcome by the disclosure; but seeing that he  
remained perfectly calm, proceeded -  
'My wife, sir - Mrs. Leo Hunter - is proud to number among her  
acquaintance all those who have rendered themselves celebrated by  
their works and talents. Permit me, sir, to place in a conspicuous part  
of the list the name of Mr Pickwick, and his brother-members of the  
club that derives its name from him.'  
'
I shall be extremely happy to make the acquaintance of such a lady,  
sir,' replied Mr Pickwick.  
'
You SHALL make it, sir,' said the grave man. 'To-morrow morning,  
sir, we give a public breakfast - a FETE CHAMPETRE - to a great  
number of those who have rendered themselves celebrated by their  
works and talents. Permit Mrs. Leo Hunter, Sir, to have the  
gratification of seeing you at the Den.'  
'
'
With great pleasure,' replied Mr Pickwick.  
Mrs. Leo Hunter has many of these breakfasts, Sir,' resumed the new  
acquaintance - '‘feasts of reason,’ sir, ‘and flows of soul,’ as somebody  
who wrote a sonnet to Mrs. Leo Hunter on her breakfasts, feelingly  
and originally observed.'  
'
Was HE celebrated for his works and talents?' inquired Mr Pickwick.  
He was Sir,' replied the grave man, 'all Mrs. Leo Hunter's  
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acquaintances are; it is her ambition, sir, to have no other  
acquaintance.' 'It is a very noble ambition,' said Mr Pickwick.  
'When I inform Mrs. Leo Hunter, that that remark fell from your lips,  
sir, she will indeed be proud,' said the grave man. 'You have a  
gentleman in your train, who has produced some beautiful little  
poems, I think, sir.'  
'My friend Mr Snodgrass has a great taste for poetry,' replied Mr  
Pickwick.  
'So has Mrs. Leo Hunter, Sir. She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I  
may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined  
with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may  
have met with her ‘Ode to an Expiring Frog,’ sir.'  
'I don't think I have,' said Mr Pickwick.  


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