Mr. Snodgrass was the first to break the astonished silence. He looked steadily at Mr. Grummer for a brief space, and then said emphatically, ‘This is a private room, Sir. A private room.’ Mr. Grummer shook his head, and replied, ‘No room’s private to his Majesty when the street door’s once passed. That’s law. Some people maintains that an Englishman’s house is his castle. That’s gammon.’ The Pickwickians gazed on each other with wondering eyes. ‘Which is Mr. Tupman?’ inquired Mr. Grummer. He had an intuitive perception of Mr. Pickwick; he knew him at once. ‘My name’s Tupman,’ said that gentleman. ‘My name’s Law,’ said Mr. Grummer. ‘What?’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘Law,’ replied Mr. Grummer--‘Law, civil power, and exekative; them’s my titles; here’s my authority. Blank Tupman, blank Pickwick--against the peace of our sufferin’ lord the king--stattit in the case made and purwided--and all regular. I apprehend you Pickwick! Tupman--the aforesaid.’ ‘What do you mean by this insolence?’ said Mr. Tupman, starting up; ‘leave the room!’ ‘Hollo,’ said Mr. Grummer, retreating very expeditiously to the door, and opening it an inch or two, ‘Dubbley.’ ‘Well,’ said a deep voice from the passage. ‘Come for’ard, Dubbley.’ At the word of command, a dirty-faced man, something over six feet high, and stout in proportion, squeezed himself through the half-open door (making his face very red in the process), and entered the room. ‘Is the other specials outside, Dubbley?’ inquired Mr. Grummer. Mr. Dubbley, who was a man of few words, nodded assent. ‘Order in the diwision under your charge, Dubbley,’ said Mr. Grummer. Mr. Dubbley did as he was desired; and half a dozen men, each with a short truncheon and a brass crown, flocked into the room. Mr. Grummer pocketed his staff, and looked at Mr. Dubbley; Mr. Dubbley pocketed his staff and looked at the division; the division pocketed their staves and looked at Messrs. Tupman and Pickwick. Mr. Pickwick and his followers rose as one man. ‘What is the meaning of this atrocious intrusion upon my privacy?’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Who dares apprehend me?’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘What do you want here, scoundrels?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. Mr. Winkle said nothing, but he fixed his eyes on Grummer, and bestowed a look upon him, which, if he had had any feeling, must have pierced his brain. As it was, however, it had no visible effect on him whatever.