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‘
Oh
,
no
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Very
good
.
Tell
my
servant
to
bring
me
up
some
hot
water
at
half
-
past
eight
in
the
morning
,
and
that
I
shall
not
want
him
any
more
to
-
night
.
’
‘
Yes
,
Sir
,
’
and
bidding
Mr
.
Pickwick
good
-
night
,
the
chambermaid
retired
,
and
left
him
alone
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
sat
himself
down
in
a
chair
before
the
fire
,
and
fell
into
a
train
of
rambling
meditations
.
First
he
thought
of
his
friends
,
and
wondered
when
they
would
join
him
;
then
his
mind
reverted
to
Mrs
.
Martha
Bardell
;
and
from
that
lady
it
wandered
,
by
a
natural
process
,
to
the
dingy
counting
-
house
of
Dodson
&
Fogg
.
From
Dodson
&
Fogg
’
s
it
flew
off
at
a
tangent
,
to
the
very
centre
of
the
history
of
the
queer
client
;
and
then
it
came
back
to
the
Great
White
Horse
at
Ipswich
,
with
sufficient
clearness
to
convince
Mr
.
Pickwick
that
he
was
falling
asleep
.
So
he
roused
himself
,
and
began
to
undress
,
when
he
recollected
he
had
left
his
watch
on
the
table
downstairs
.
Now
this
watch
was
a
special
favourite
with
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
having
been
carried
about
,
beneath
the
shadow
of
his
waistcoat
,
for
a
greater
number
of
years
than
we
feel
called
upon
to
state
at
present
.
The
possibility
of
going
to
sleep
,
unless
it
were
ticking
gently
beneath
his
pillow
,
or
in
the
watch
-
pocket
over
his
head
,
had
never
entered
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
brain
.
So
as
it
was
pretty
late
now
,
and
he
was
unwilling
to
ring
his
bell
at
that
hour
of
the
night
,
he
slipped
on
his
coat
,
of
which
he
had
just
divested
himself
,
and
taking
the
japanned
candlestick
in
his
hand
,
walked
quietly
downstairs
.
The
more
stairs
Mr
.
Pickwick
went
down
,
the
more
stairs
there
seemed
to
be
to
descend
,
and
again
and
again
,
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
got
into
some
narrow
passage
,
and
began
to
congratulate
himself
on
having
gained
the
ground
-
floor
,
did
another
flight
of
stairs
appear
before
his
astonished
eyes
.
At
last
he
reached
a
stone
hall
,
which
he
remembered
to
have
seen
when
he
entered
the
house
.
Passage
after
passage
did
he
explore
;
room
after
room
did
he
peep
into
;
at
length
,
as
he
was
on
the
point
of
giving
up
the
search
in
despair
,
he
opened
the
door
of
the
identical
room
in
which
he
had
spent
the
evening
,
and
beheld
his
missing
property
on
the
table
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
seized
the
watch
in
triumph
,
and
proceeded
to
retrace
his
steps
to
his
bedchamber
.
If
his
progress
downward
had
been
attended
with
difficulties
and
uncertainty
,
his
journey
back
was
infinitely
more
perplexing
.
Rows
of
doors
,
garnished
with
boots
of
every
shape
,
make
,
and
size
,
branched
off
in
every
possible
direction
.
A
dozen
times
did
he
softly
turn
the
handle
of
some
bedroom
door
which
resembled
his
own
,
when
a
gruff
cry
from
within
of
‘
Who
the
devil
’
s
that
?
’
or
‘
What
do
you
want
here
?
’
caused
him
to
steal
away
,
on
tiptoe
,
with
a
perfectly
marvellous
celerity
.
He
was
reduced
to
the
verge
of
despair
,
when
an
open
door
attracted
his
attention
.
He
peeped
in
.
Right
at
last
!
There
were
the
two
beds
,
whose
situation
he
perfectly
remembered
,
and
the
fire
still
burning
.
His
candle
,
not
a
long
one
when
he
first
received
it
,
had
flickered
away
in
the
drafts
of
air
through
which
he
had
passed
and
sank
into
the
socket
as
he
closed
the
door
after
him
.
‘
No
matter
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
I
can
undress
myself
just
as
well
by
the
light
of
the
fire
.
’
The
bedsteads
stood
one
on
each
side
of
the
door
;
and
on
the
inner
side
of
each
was
a
little
path
,
terminating
in
a
rush
–
bottomed
chair
,
just
wide
enough
to
admit
of
a
person
’
s
getting
into
or
out
of
bed
,
on
that
side
,
if
he
or
she
thought
proper
.
Having
carefully
drawn
the
curtains
of
his
bed
on
the
outside
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
sat
down
on
the
rush
-
bottomed
chair
,
and
leisurely
divested
himself
of
his
shoes
and
gaiters
.
He
then
took
off
and
folded
up
his
coat
,
waistcoat
,
and
neckcloth
,
and
slowly
drawing
on
his
tasselled
nightcap
,
secured
it
firmly
on
his
head
,
by
tying
beneath
his
chin
the
strings
which
he
always
had
attached
to
that
article
of
dress
.
It
was
at
this
moment
that
the
absurdity
of
his
recent
bewilderment
struck
upon
his
mind
.
Throwing
himself
back
in
the
rush
-
bottomed
chair
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
laughed
to
himself
so
heartily
,
that
it
would
have
been
quite
delightful
to
any
man
of
well
-
constituted
mind
to
have
watched
the
smiles
that
expanded
his
amiable
features
as
they
shone
forth
from
beneath
the
nightcap
.
