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The
first
object
of
consideration
was
to
secure
quarters
for
the
night
.
‘
Can
we
have
beds
here
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
summoning
the
waiter
.
‘
Don
’
t
know
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
man
;
‘
afraid
we
’
re
full
,
sir
—
I
’
ll
inquire
,
Sir
.
’
Away
he
went
for
that
purpose
,
and
presently
returned
,
to
ask
whether
the
gentleman
were
‘
Blue
.
’
As
neither
Mr
.
Pickwick
nor
his
companions
took
any
vital
interest
in
the
cause
of
either
candidate
,
the
question
was
rather
a
difficult
one
to
answer
.
In
this
dilemma
Mr
.
Pickwick
bethought
himself
of
his
new
friend
,
Mr
.
Perker
.
‘
Do
you
know
a
gentleman
of
the
name
of
Perker
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Certainly
,
Sir
;
Honourable
Mr
.
Samuel
Slumkey
’
s
agent
.
’
‘
He
is
Blue
,
I
think
?
’
‘
Oh
,
yes
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Then
WE
are
Blue
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
but
observing
that
the
man
looked
rather
doubtful
at
this
accommodating
announcement
,
he
gave
him
his
card
,
and
desired
him
to
present
it
to
Mr
.
Perker
forthwith
,
if
he
should
happen
to
be
in
the
house
.
The
waiter
retired
;
and
reappearing
almost
immediately
with
a
request
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
would
follow
him
,
led
the
way
to
a
large
room
on
the
first
floor
,
where
,
seated
at
a
long
table
covered
with
books
and
papers
,
was
Mr
.
Perker
.
‘
Ah
—
ah
,
my
dear
Sir
,
’
said
the
little
man
,
advancing
to
meet
him
;
‘
very
happy
to
see
you
,
my
dear
Sir
,
very
.
Pray
sit
down
.
So
you
have
carried
your
intention
into
effect
.
