"My good sir," said Mr. Pickwick, "you will allow me to observe that this is a very unnecessary display of excitement. I have only taken places inside for two."
"I am glad to hear it," said the fierce man. "I withdraw my expressions. I tender an apology. I tender an apology. There's my card. Give me your acquaintance."
"With great pleasure, sir," replied Mr. Pickwick. "We are to be fellow travellers, and I hope we shall find each other's society mutually agreeable."
"I hope we shall," said the fierce gentleman. "I know we shall. I like your looks; they please me. Gentlemen, your hands and names. Know me."
Of course, an interchange of friendly salutations followed this gracious speech; and the fierce gentleman immediately proceeded to inform the friends, in the same short, abrupt, jerking sentences, that his name was Dowler; that he was going to Bath on pleasure; that he was formerly in the army; that he had now set up in business as a gentleman; that he lived upon the profits; and that the individual for whom the second place was taken, was a personage no less illustrious than Mrs. Dowler his lady wife.
"She's a fine woman," said Mr. Dowler. "I am proud of her. I have reason."
"I hope I shall have the pleasure of judging," said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile.
"You shall," replied Dowler. "She shall know you. She shall esteem you. I courted her under singular circumstances. I won her through a rash vow. Thus. I saw her; I loved her; I proposed; she refused me.—'You love another?'—'Spare my blushes.'—'I know him.'—'You do.'—' Very good; if he remains here, I'll skin him."
"Lord bless me!" exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, involuntarily.
"Did you skin the gentleman, sir?" inquired Mr. Winkle, with a very pale face.
"I wrote him a note. I said it was a painful thing. And so it was."
