'If ever I meet that man again, I'll—'
'Yes, yes,' interrupted Wardle, 'that's all very well;but while we stand talking here, they'll get their licence, and be married in London.'
Mr. Pickwick paused, bottled up his vengeance,and corked it down. 'How far is it to the next stage?'inquired Mr. Wardle, of one of the boys.
'Six mile, ain't it, Tom?'
'Rayther better.'
'Rayther better nor six mile, Sir.'
'Can't be helped,' said Wardle, 'we must walk it,Pickwick.'