in' only eyes, you see, my wision's limited."
Sergeant Buzfuz could make nothing out of Sam, and so the case for Mrs.
Bardell closed.

Mr. Pickwick's lawyer made a long speech in his favor, but it was of no
use. The evidence seemed all against him. The jury found him guilty of
breach of promise of marriage, and sentenced him to pay Mrs. Bardell her
damages.

Mr. Pickwick was speechless with indignation. He vowed that not one
penny would he ever pay if he spent the rest of his life in a jail. His
own lawyer warned him that if he did not pay within two months, Mrs.
Bardell's lawyers could put him into the debtors' prison, but Mr.
Pickwick prepared to start on another excursion with his three friends,
still declaring that he would never pay.

VII

WINKLE HAS AN EXCITING ADVENTURE WITH MR. DOWLER,
AND WITH THE AID OF MR. PICKWICK AND
SAM WELLER DISCOVERS THE
WHEREABOUTS OF MISS
ARABELLA ALLEN

At Bath, a resort very popular with people of fashion, the Pickwickians
decided to spend the next two months, and started by coach at once,
accompanied by Sam Weller. On the coach they fell in with a
fierce-looking, abrupt gentleman named Dowler, with a bald, glossy
forehead and large black whiskers, who introduced them to the society of
Bath, particularly to Mr. Angelo Cyrus Bantam, master of ceremonies at
the famous Assembly-Room, where the fashionable balls were held. Mr.
Bantam carried a gold eye-glass, a gold snuff-box, gold rings on his
finger, a gold watch in his waistcoat pocket, a gold chain and an ebony
cane with a gold head. His linen was the whitest, his wig the blackest,
and his teeth were so fine that it was hard to tell the real ones from
the false ones.

Mr. Bantam made the Pickwickians welcome and in three days' time they
were settled in a fine house, where Mr. and Mrs. Dowler also lodged. Mr.
Pickwick passed his days in drinking the spring-water for which Bath was
famous, and in walking; his evenings he spent at the Assembly balls, at
the theater or in making entries in his journal.

One evening Mrs. Dowler was carried off to a party in her sedan-chair,
leaving her husband to sit up for her. The Pickwickians had long since
gone to bed, and Mr. Dowler fell fast asleep while he waited. It was a
very windy night and the sedan-carriers, who brought the lady home,
knocked in vain at the door. Mr. Dowler did not wake, though they
knocked like an i