Mr。Allen，saidMr。Pickwick，whatisthematter，sir？
Nevermind，sir！repliedMr。Allen，withhaughtydefiance。
Whatisit？inquiredMr。Pickwick，lookingatBobSawyer。Isheunwell？
BeforeBobcouldreply，Mr。BenAllenseizedMr。Pickwickbythehand，andmurmured，insorrowfulaccents，Mysister，mydearsir。mysister。
Oh，isthatall！saidMr。Pickwick。Weshalleasilyarrangethatmatter，Ihope。Yoursisterissafeandwell，andIamhere，mydearsir，to——