Mr. Pickwick saluted the Count with all the reverence due to so great a man, and the Count drew forth a set of tablets.
“What you say, Mrs. Hunt?” inquired the Count, smiling graciously on the gratified Mrs. Leo Hunter, “Pig Vig or Big Vig—what you call—Lawyer—eh? I see—that is it. Big Vig”—and the Count was proceeding to enter Mr. Pickwick in his tablets, as a gentleman of the long robe, who derived his name from the profession to which he belonged, when Mrs. Leo Hunter interposed.
“No, no, Count,” said the lady, “Pick-wick.”
“Ah, ah, I see,” replied the Count. “Peek—Christian name; Weeks—surname; good, ver good. Peek Weeks. How you do, Weeks?”
“Quite well, I thank you,” replied Mr. Pickwick, with all his usual affability. “Have you been long in England?”
“Long—ver long time—fortnight—more.”
“Do you stay here long?”
“One week.”
“You will have enough to do,” said Mr. Pickwick, smiling, “to gather all the materials you want, in that time.”