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‘
What
’
s
to
be
done
?
’
said
Mr
.
Snodgrass
.
‘
Perhaps
one
of
the
gentlemen
would
like
to
ride
,
sir
?
’
suggested
the
waiter
,
looking
towards
Mr
.
Winkle
;
‘
very
good
saddle
-
horses
,
sir
—
any
of
Mr
.
Wardle
’
s
men
coming
to
Rochester
,
bring
’
em
back
,
Sir
.
’
‘
The
very
thing
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Winkle
,
will
you
go
on
horseback
?
’
Now
Mr
.
Winkle
did
entertain
considerable
misgivings
in
the
very
lowest
recesses
of
his
own
heart
,
relative
to
his
equestrian
skill
;
but
,
as
he
would
not
have
them
even
suspected
,
on
any
account
,
he
at
once
replied
with
great
hardihood
,
‘
Certainly
.
I
should
enjoy
it
of
all
things
.
’
Mr
.
Winkle
had
rushed
upon
his
fate
;
there
was
no
resource
.
‘
Let
them
be
at
the
door
by
eleven
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Very
well
,
sir
,
’
replied
the
waiter
.
The
waiter
retired
;
the
breakfast
concluded
;
and
the
travellers
ascended
to
their
respective
bedrooms
,
to
prepare
a
change
of
clothing
,
to
take
with
them
on
their
approaching
expedition
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
made
his
preliminary
arrangements
,
and
was
looking
over
the
coffee
-
room
blinds
at
the
passengers
in
the
street
,
when
the
waiter
entered
,
and
announced
that
the
chaise
was
ready
—
an
announcement
which
the
vehicle
itself
confirmed
,
by
forthwith
appearing
before
the
coffee
-
room
blinds
aforesaid
.
It
was
a
curious
little
green
box
on
four
wheels
,
with
a
low
place
like
a
wine
-
bin
for
two
behind
,
and
an
elevated
perch
for
one
in
front
,
drawn
by
an
immense
brown
horse
,
displaying
great
symmetry
of
bone
.
An
hostler
stood
near
,
holding
by
the
bridle
another
immense
horse
—
apparently
a
near
relative
of
the
animal
in
the
chaise
—
ready
saddled
for
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
Bless
my
soul
!
’
said
Mr
.
