“Thank you,” replied Mr. Winkle; “I’d rather not.”
“What do you think, Mr. Pickwick?” inquired Bob Sawyer. Mr. Pickwick was excited and indignant. He beckoned to Mr. Weller, and said in a stern voice, “Take his skates off.”
“No; but really I had scarcely begun,” remonstrated Mr. Winkle.
“Take his skates off,” repeated Mr. Pickwick, firmly.
The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to obey it in silence.
“Lift him up,” said Mr. Pickwick. Sam assisted him to rise. Mr. Pickwick retired a few paces apart from the bystanders; and, beckoning his friend to approach, fixed a searching look upon him, and uttered in a low, but distinct and emphatic tone, these remarkable words:
“You’re a humbug, sir.”
“A what?” said Mr. Winkle, starting.
“A humbug, sir. I will speak plainer, if you wish it. An impostor, sir.”
With these words, Mr. Pickwick turned slowly on his heel, and rejoined his friends.