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'
Now,' said Jack Hopkins, 'just to set us going again, Bob, I don't mind
singing a song.' And Hopkins, incited thereto by tumultuous
applause, plunged himself at once into 'The King, God bless him,'
which he sang as loud as he could, to a novel air, compounded of the
'
Bay of Biscay,' and 'A Frog he would.' The chorus was the essence of
the song; and, as each gentleman sang it to the tune he knew best,
the effect was very striking indeed.
It was at the end of the chorus to the first verse, that Mr Pickwick held
up his hand in a listening attitude, and said, as soon as silence was
restored -
'Hush! I beg your pardon. I thought I heard somebody calling from
upstairs.'
A profound silence immediately ensued; and Mr Bob Sawyer was
observed to turn pale.
'
I think I hear it now,' said Mr Pickwick. 'Have the goodness to open
the door.'
The door was no sooner opened than all doubt on the subject was
removed.
'
'
Mr Sawyer! Mr Sawyer!' screamed a voice from the two-pair landing.
It's my landlady,' said Bob Sawyer, looking round him with great
dismay. 'Yes, Mrs. Raddle.'
'
What do you mean by this, Mr Sawyer?' replied the voice, with great
shrillness and rapidity of utterance. 'Ain't it enough to be swindled out
of one's rent, and money lent out of pocket besides, and abused and
insulted by your friends that dares to call themselves men, without
having the house turned out of the window, and noise enough made
to bring the fire-engines here, at two o'clock in the morning? - Turn
them wretches away.'
'You ought to be ashamed of yourselves,' said the voice of Mr Raddle,
which appeared to proceed from beneath some distant bed-clothes.
'Ashamed of themselves!' said Mrs. Raddle. 'Why don't you go down
and knock 'em every one downstairs? You would if you was a man.' 'I
should if I was a dozen men, my dear,' replied Mr Raddle pacifically,
'but they have the advantage of me in numbers, my dear.'
'
Ugh, you coward!' replied Mrs. Raddle, with supreme contempt. 'DO
you mean to turn them wretches out, or not, Mr Sawyer?'
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