“Did you speak, sir?” said Mr. Pickwick.
“No, I did not, sir,” said Mr. Smangle.
“I thought you did, sir,” said Mr. Pickwick.
All this was very genteel and pleasant; and to make matters still more comfortable, Mr. Smangle assured Mr. Pickwick a great many times that he entertained a very high respect for the feelings of a gentleman; which sentiment, indeed, did him infinite credit, as he could be in no wise supposed to understand them.
“Are you going through the court, sir?” inquired Mr. Smangle.
“Through the what?” said Mr. Pickwick.
“Through the Court—Portugal Street—the Court for the Relief of—you know.”
“Oh no,” replied Mr. Pickwick. “No, I am not.”
“Going out, perhaps?” suggested Mivins.