“Is the red bag in?”
“All right, sir.”
“And the striped bag?”
“Fore boot, sir.”
“And the brown-paper parcel?”
“Under the seat, sir.”
“And the leather hat-box?”
“They’re all in, sir.”
“Now, will you get up?” said Mr. Pickwick.
“Excuse me,” replied Magnus, standing on the wheel. “Excuse me, Mr. Pickwick. I cannot consent to get up, in this state of uncertainty. I am quite satisfied from that man’s manner, that that leather hat-box is not in.”