Mr. Lowten, with a distant giggle, replied in the affirmative.
'There, there—good-morning—good-morning—now pray, my dear sirs—Mr. Lowten, the door!' cried the little man, pushing Dodson & Fogg, nothing loath, out of the office; 'this way, my dear sirs—now pray don't prolong this—Dear me—Mr. Lowten—the door, sir—why don't you attend?'
'If there's law in England, sir,' said Dodson, looking towards Mr. Pickwick, as he put on his hat, 'you shall smart for this.'
'You are a couple of mean—'