Nast's Illustrated Almanac 1873 . s not half the insult to you thatyour appearance in my presence in a green velvet jacket with a two-inch tail would beto me. Sir, said Mr. Tupman, youre a fellow. Sir, said , youre another. Mr. Tnpman advanced a step or two and glared at Mr. Pickwick. Mr. Pickwick re-turned the glare, concentrated into a focus by means of his spectacles, and breathed abold defiance. Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle looked on, petrified at beholding such ascene between two such men. Sir, said , after a short pause, speaking in a low, deep voice, youhave called m
Nast's Illustrated Almanac 1873 . s not half the insult to you thatyour appearance in my presence in a green velvet jacket with a two-inch tail would beto me. Sir, said Mr. Tupman, youre a fellow. Sir, said , youre another. Mr. Tnpman advanced a step or two and glared at Mr. Pickwick. Mr. Pickwick re-turned the glare, concentrated into a focus by means of his spectacles, and breathed abold defiance. Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle looked on, petrified at beholding such ascene between two such men. Sir, said , after a short pause, speaking in a low, deep voice, youhave called me old. I have, said And fat. I reiterate the charge. And a fellow. So you are. There was a fearful pause. My attachment to your person, sir, said , speaking in a voice tremu-lous with emotion, and tucking up his wrirtbands meanwhile, is great—very great;but upon that person I must take summary vengeance. Come on, sir! replied Mr. Pickwick. Stimulated by the exciting nature of the NASrS ALMANAC FOR 1873. 35. dialogue, the heroic man actually threw himself into a paralytic attitude, confidentlysupposed by the two by-standers to have been intended as a posture of defense. What! exclaimed Mr. Snodgrass, suddenly recovering the power of speech, ofwhich intense astonishment had previously bereft him, and rushing between the two, atthe imminent hazard of receiving an application on the temple from each—what!Mr. Pickwick, with the eyes of the world upon you ! Mr. Tupman! who, in commonwith us all, derives a lustre from his undying fame! For shame, gentlemen - forshame. The unwonted lines which momentary passion had ruled in Mr. Pickwicks clear andopen brow gradually melted away as his young friend spoke, like the marks of a black-lead pencil beneath the softening influence of India-rubber. His countenance had re-sumed its usual benign expression ere he concluded. I have been hasty, said Mr. Pickwick— very hasty. Tupman, your hand. The dark shadow passed from
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