"Dear me," said Mr.Pickwick, "I beg your pardon.""Don't mention it, don't mention it," said Bob Sawyer."I'm rather confined for room, here, but you must put up with all that, when you come to see a young bachelor.Walk in.You've seen this gentleman before, I think?"Mr.Pickwick shook hands with Mr.Benjamin Allen, and his friends followed his example.They had scarcely taken their seats when there was another double knock.
"I hope that's Jack Hopkins!" said Mr.Bob Sawyer."Hush.Yes, it is.
Come up, Jack; come up."
A heavy footstep was heard upon the stairs, and Jack Hopkins presented himself.He wore a black velvet waist-coat, with thunder-and-lightning buttons; and a blue striped shirt, with a white false collar.
"You're late, Jack?" said Mr.Benjamin Allen.
"Been detained at Bartholomew's," replied Hopkins.
"Anything new?"
"No, nothing particular.Rather a good accident brought into the casualty ward.""What was that, sir?" inquired Mr.Pickwick.
"Only a man fallen out of a four pair of stairs' window;-- but it's a very fair case--very fair case indeed.""Do you mean that the patient is in a fair way to recover?" inquired Mr.Pickwick.
"No," replied Hopkins, carelessly."No, I should rather say he wouldn't.
There must be a splendid operation though, to-morrow--magnificent sight if Slasher does it.""You consider Mr.Slasher a good operator?" said Mr.Pickwick.
"Best alive," replied Hopkins."Took a boy's leg out of the socket last week--boy ate five apples and a ginger-bread cake--exactly two minutes after it was all over, boy said he wouldn't lie there to be made game of, and he'd tell his mother if they didn't begin.""Dear me!" said Mr.Pickwick, astonished.
"Pooh! That's nothing, that ain't," said Jack Hopkins."Is it, Bob?""Nothing at all," replied Mr.Bob Sawyer.
"By the bye, Bob," said Hopkins, with a scarcely perceptible glance at Mr.Pickwick's attentive face, "we had a curious accident last night.
A child was brought in, who had swallowed a necklace.""Swallowed what, sir?" interrupted Mr.Pickwick.
"A necklace," replied Jack Hopkins."Not all at once, you know, that would be too much-- you couldn't swallow that, if the child did--eh, Mr.Pickwick, ha! ha!" Mr.Hopkins appeared highly gratified with his own pleasantry; and continued."No, the way was this.Child's parents were poor people who lived in a court.Child's eldest sister bought a necklace;common necklace, made of large black wooden beads.Child, being fond of toys, cribbed the necklace, hid it, played with it, cut the string, and swallowed a bead.Child thought it capital fun, went back next day, and swallowed another bead.""Bless my heart," said Mr.Pickwick, "what a dreadful thing! I beg your pardon, sir.Go on.""Next day, child swallowed two beads; the day after that, he treated himself to three, and so on, till in a week's time he had got through the necklace--five-and-twenty beads in all.The sister, who was an industrious girl, and seldom treated herself to a bit of finery, cried her eyes out, at the loss of the necklace; looked high and low for it; but, I needn't say, didn't find it.A few days afterwards, the family were at dinner--baked shoulder of mutton, and potatoes under it--the child, who wasn't hungry, was playing about the room, when suddenly there was heard a devil of a noise, like a small hailstorm.`Don't do that, my boy,' said the father.
`I ain't a doin' nothing,' said the child.`Well, don't do it again,' said the father.There was a short silence, and then the noise began again, worse than ever.`If you don't mind what I say, my boy,' said the father, `you'll find yourself in bed, in something less than a pig's whisper.'
He gave the child a shake to make him obedient, and such a rattling ensued as nobody ever heard before.`Why, dam'me, it's in the child!' said the father, `he's got the croup in the wrong place!' `No I haven't, father,'
said the child, beginning to cry, `it's the necklace; I swallowed it, father.'--The father caught the child up, and ran with him to the hospital: the beads in the boy's stomach rattling all the way with the jolting; and the people looking up in the air, and down in the cellars, to see where the unusual sound came from.He's in the hospital now," said Jack Hopkins, "and he makes such a devil of a noise when he walks about, that they're obliged to muffle him in a watchman's coat, for fear he should wake the patients!""That's the most extraordinary case I ever heard of," said Mr.Pickwick, with an emphatic blow on the table.
"Oh, that's nothing," said Jack Hopkins; "is it, Bob?""Certainly not," replied Mr.Bob Sawyer.
"Very singular things occur in our profession, I can assure you, sir,"said Hopkins.
"So I should be disposed to imagine," replied Mr.Pickwick.
Another knock at the door, announced a large-headed young man in a black wig, who brought with him a scorbutic youth in a long stock.The next comer was a gentleman in a shirt emblazoned with pink anchors, who was closely followed by a pale youth with a plated watchguard.The arrival of a prim personage in clean linen and cloth boots rendered the party complete.The little table with the green baize cover was wheeled out; the first instalment of punch was brought in, in a white jug; and the succeeding three hours were devoted to vingt-et-un at sixpence a dozen, which was only once interrupted by a slight dispute between the scorbutic youth and the gentleman with the pink anchors; in the course of which, the scorbutic youth intimated a burning desire to pull the nose of the gentleman with the emblems of hope: in reply to which, that individual expressed his decided unwillingness to accept of any "sauce" on gratuitous terms, either from the irascible young gentleman with the scorbutic countenance, or any other person who was ornamented with a head.
When the last "natural" had been declared, and the profit and loss account of fish and sixpences adjusted, to the satisfaction of all parties, Mr.
