[Illustration: THE CHAIR WAS AN UGLY OLD GENTLEMAN; AND WHAT WAS MORE, HE WAS WINKING AT TOM SMART--Chap. xiv.] [Illustration: "PERMIT ME TO INTRODUCE MY FRIENDS--MR. TUPMAN--MR. WINKLE--MR. SNODGRASS"--Chap. xv.] [Illustration: THE HEROIC MAN ACTUALLY THREW HIMSELF INTO A PARALYTIC ATTITUDE, CONFIDENTLY SUPPOSED BY THE TWO BYSTANDERS TO HAVE BEEN INTENDED AS A POSTURE OF SELF-DEFENCE--Chap. xv.] [Illustration: MR. WELLER WAS DISPELLING ALL THE FEVERISH REMAINS OF THE PREVIOUS EVENING'S CONVIVIALITY, ... WHEN HE WAS ATTRACTED BY THE APPEARANCE OF A YOUNG FELLOW IN MULBERRY-COLOURED LIVERY--Chap. xvi.] [Illustration: THE DOOR WAS JUST GOING TO BE CLOSED IN CONSEQUENCE, WHEN AN INQUISITIVE BOARDER, WHO HAD BEEN PEEPING BETWEEN THE HINGES, SET UP A FEARFUL SCREAMING--Chap. xvi.] [Illustration: OLD LOBBS GAVE IT ONE TUG, AND OPEN IT FLEW, DISCLOSING NATHANIEL PIPKIN STANDING BOLT UPRIGHT INSIDE, AND SHAKING WITH APPREHENSION FROM HEAD TO FOOT--Chap. xvii.] [Illustration: "WHO ARE YOU, YOU RASCAL?" SAID THE CAPTAIN, ADMINISTERING SEVERAL POKES TO MR. PICKWICK'S BODY WITH THE THICK STICK. "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"--Chap. xix.] [Illustration: "YOU JUST COME AWAY," SAID MR. WELLER. "BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK'S A WERY GOOD GAME, WHEN YOU AN'T THE SHUTTLECOCK AND TWO LAWYERS THE BATTLEDORES"--Chap. xx.] [Illustration: "HEYLING!" SAID THE OLD MAN WILDLY. "MY BOY, HEYLING, MY DEAR BOY, LOOK, LOOK!" GASPING FOR BREATH, THE MISERABLE FATHER POINTED TO THE SPOT WHERE THE YOUNG MAN WAS STRUGGLING FOR LIFE--Chap. xxi.] [Illustration: STANDING BEFORE THE DRESSING-GLASS WAS A MIDDLE-AGED LADY IN YELLOW CURL-PAPERS, BUSILY ENGAGED IN BRUSHING WHAT LADIES CALL THEIR "BACK HAIR"--Chap. xxii.] [Illustration: MR. PICKWICK NO SOONER PUT ON HIS SPECTACLES, THAN HE AT ONCE RECOGNISED IN THE FUTURE MRS. MAGNUS THE LADY INTO WHOSE ROOM HE HAD SO UNWARRANTABLY INTRUDED ON THE PREVIOUS NIGHT--Chap. xxiv.] [Illustration: A COMPLIMENT WHICH MR. WELLER RETURNED BY KNOCKING HIM DOWN OUT OF HAND: HAVING PREVIOUSLY, WITH THE UTMOST CONSIDERATION, KNOCKED DOWN A CHAIRMAN FOR HIM TO LIE UPON--Chap. xxiv.] [Illustration: THE KITCHEN DOOR OPENED, AND IN WALKED MR. JOE TROTTER--Chap. xxv.] [Illustration: SAM LOOKED AT THE FAT BOY WITH GREAT ASTONISHMENT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING A WORD--Chap. xxviii.] [Illustration: BEFORE MR. PICKWICK DISTINCTLY KNEW WHAT WAS THE MATTER, HE WAS SURROUNDED BY THE WHOLE BODY, AND KISSED BY EVERY ONE OF THEM--Chap. xxviii.] [Illustration: SEATED ON AN UPRIGHT TOMBSTONE, CLOSE TO HIM, WAS A STRANGE UNEARTHLY FIGURE--Chap. xxix.] [Illustration: MR. PICKWICK .... WENT SLOWLY AND GRAVELY DOWN THE SLIDE, WITH HIS FEET ABOUT A YARD AND A QUARTER APART, AMIDST THE GRATIFIED SHOUTS OF ALL THE SPECTATORS--Chap. xxx.] [Illustration: A LITTLE FIERCE WOMAN BOUNCED INTO THE ROOM, ALL IN A TREMBLE WITH PASSION, AND PALE WITH RAGE--Chap. xxxii.]