'Here's your fare,' said Mr Pickwick, holding out the shilling to the driver.

To the learned man's great astonishment, that unaccountable person flung the money on the pavement, and requested in figurative terms to be allowed the pleasure of fighting him (Mr Pickwick) for the amount!

'You are mad,' said Mr Snodgrass.

'Or drunk,' said Mr Winkle.

'Or both,' said Mr Tupman.

'Come on!' said the cab-driver, sparring away like clockwork. 'Come on - all four on you.'

'Here's a lark!' shouted half a dozen hackney coachmen. 'Go to work, Sam! '- and they crowded with great glee round the party.

'What's the row, Sam?' inquired one gentleman in black calico sleeves.

'Row!' replied the cabman, 'what did he want my number for?'

'I didn't want your number,' said the astonished Mr Pickwick.'