‘Here is the entry,’ resumed Dodson. ‘“Middlesex, Capias MARTHA BARDELL, WIDOW, v. SAMUEL PICKWICK. Damages £1500. Dodson & Fogg for the plaintiff, Aug. 28, 1827.” All regular, Sir; perfectly.’ Dodson coughed and looked at Fogg, who said ‘Perfectly,’ also. And then they both looked at Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am to understand, then,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that it really is your intention to proceed with this action?’ ‘Understand, sir!--that you certainly may,’ replied Dodson, with something as near a smile as his importance would allow. ‘And that the damages are actually laid at fifteen hundred pounds?’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘To which understanding you may add my assurance, that if we could have prevailed upon our client, they would have been laid at treble the amount, sir,’ replied Dodson. ‘I believe Mrs. Bardell specially said, however,’ observed Fogg, glancing at Dodson, ‘that she would not compromise for a farthing less.’ ‘Unquestionably,’ replied Dodson sternly. For the action was only just begun; and it wouldn’t have done to let Mr. Pickwick compromise it then, even if he had been so disposed. ‘As you offer no terms, sir,’ said Dodson, displaying a slip of parchment in his right hand, and affectionately pressing a paper copy of it, on Mr. Pickwick with his left, ‘I had better serve you with a copy of this writ, sir. Here is the original, sir.’ ‘Very well, gentlemen, very well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rising in person and wrath at the same time; ‘you shall hear from my solicitor, gentlemen.’ ‘We shall be very happy to do so,’ said Fogg, rubbing his hands. ‘Very,’ said Dodson, opening the door. ‘And before I go, gentlemen,’ said the excited Mr. Pickwick, turning round on the landing, ‘permit me to say, that of all the disgraceful and rascally proceedings--’ ‘Stay, sir, stay,’ interposed Dodson, with great politeness. ‘Mr. Jackson! Mr. Wicks!’ ‘Sir,’ said the two clerks, appearing at the bottom of the stairs. ‘I merely want you to hear what this gentleman says,’ replied Dodson. ‘Pray, go on, sir--disgraceful and rascally proceedings, I think you said?’ ‘I did,’ said Mr. Pickwick, thoroughly roused. ‘I said, Sir, that of all the disgraceful and rascally proceedings that ever were attempted, this is the most so. I repeat it, sir.’ ‘You hear that, Mr. Wicks,’ said Dodson. ‘You won’t forget these expressions, Mr. Jackson?’ said Fogg. ‘Perhaps you would like to call us swindlers, sir,’ said Dodson. ‘Pray do, Sir, if you feel disposed; now pray do, Sir.’ ‘I do,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘You _are _swindlers.’ ‘Very good,’ said Dodson. ‘You can hear down there, I hope, Mr. Wicks?’ ‘Oh, yes, Sir,’ said Wicks. ‘You had better come up a step or two higher, if you can’t,’ added Mr. Fogg. ‘Go on, Sir; do go on. You had better call us thieves, Sir; or perhaps You would like to assault one of _us_. Pray do it, Sir, if you would; we will not make the smallest resistance. Pray do it, Sir.’