re the touches in both
descriptions:

"I beg your pardon for interrupting you," said Mr. Pickwick, "but
before you proceed to act upon any opinion you may have formed, I must
claim my right to be heard."

"Hold your tongue," said the magistrate, peremptorily.

"I must submit to you, sir--" said Mr. Pickwick.

"Hold your tongue, or I shall order an officer to remove you."

"You may order your officers to do whatever you please, sir," said Mr.
Pickwick.

Compare with this "Oliver Twist":

"Who are you?" said Mr. Fang.

"Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word, and that is I really
never, without actual experience, could have believed--"

"Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang, peremptorily.

"I will not, sir."

"Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the
office."

Mr. Pickwick, it will be remembered, made a communication to Mr. Nupkins
which changed the whole state of affairs. Mr. Nupkins, with all his
insolent despotism, was held in check by conference with his clerk,
Jinks, who kept him from making mistakes by judicious hints.

Fang's clerk, like Mr. Jinks, interposed:

"How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk,
in a low voice.

Mr. Jinks pulled him by the sleeve and whispered something. He was
evidently remonstrating. At length the magistrate, gulping down with
a very bad grace his disinclination to hear anything more, said
sharply, "What do you want to say?"

When Mr. Fang was about to commit Oliver, the Bookstall-keeper rushed in,
and insisted on being heard, and, like Mr. Nupkins, Mr. Fang had to
listen:

"I demand to be sworn," said the man, "I will not be put down."

"Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, what
have you got to say?"

Again, Mr. Nupkins said of Sam:

"He is evidently a desperate ruffian."

"He is my servant, sir," said Mr. Pickwick, angrily.

"Oh, he is your servant, is he. A conspiracy to defeat the ends of
justice."

Compare Fang and the Bookseller:

"That book, is it paid for? No, it is not."

"Dear me, I forgot all about it," exclaimed the old gentleman.

"A nice person to prepare a charge against a poor boy," said Fang;
"the law will overtake you yet, &c."

and so on.

In short, Nupkins is a softened edition of Fang. It was curious that he
turned out at the end not altogether s