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So long as their progress was confined to the streets of Bristol, the
facetious Bob kept his professional green spectacles on, and
conducted himself with becoming steadiness and gravity of
demeanour; merely giving utterance to divers verbal witticisms for the
exclusive behoof and entertainment of Mr Samuel Weller. But when
they emerged on the open road, he threw off his green spectacles and
his gravity together, and performed a great variety of practical jokes,
which were calculated to attract the attention of the passersby, and to
render the carriage and those it contained objects of more than
ordinary curiosity; the least conspicuous among these feats being a
most vociferous imitation of a key-bugle, and the ostentatious display
of a crimson silk pocket-handkerchief attached to a walking-stick,
which was occasionally waved in the air with various gestures
indicative of supremacy and defiance.
'
I wonder,' said Mr Pickwick, stopping in the midst of a most sedate
conversation with Ben Allen, bearing reference to the numerous good
qualities of Mr Winkle and his sister - 'I wonder what all the people we
pass, can see in us to make them stare so.'
'It's a neat turn-out,' replied Ben Allen, with something of pride in his
tone. 'They're not used to see this sort of thing, every day, I dare say.'
'
Possibly,' replied Mr Pickwick. 'It may be so. Perhaps it is.'
Mr Pickwick might very probably have reasoned himself into the belief
that it really was, had he not, just then happening to look out of the
coach window, observed that the looks of the passengers betokened
anything but respectful astonishment, and that various telegraphic
communications appeared to be passing between them and some
persons outside the vehicle, whereupon it occurred to him that these
demonstrations might be, in some remote degree, referable to the
humorous deportment of Mr Robert Sawyer.
'I hope,' said Mr Pickwick, 'that our volatile friend is committing no
absurdities in that dickey behind.'
'Oh dear, no,' replied Ben Allen. 'Except when he's elevated, Bob's the
quietest creature breathing.'
Here a prolonged imitation of a key-bugle broke upon the ear,
succeeded by cheers and screams, all of which evidently proceeded
from the throat and lungs of the quietest creature breathing, or in
plainer designation, of Mr Bob Sawyer himself.
Mr Pickwick and Mr Ben Allen looked expressively at each other, and
the former gentleman taking off his hat, and leaning out of the coach
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