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The
host
of
the
Saracen
’
s
Head
opportunely
appeared
at
this
moment
,
to
confirm
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
statement
relative
to
the
accommodations
of
the
establishment
,
and
to
back
his
entreaties
with
a
variety
of
dismal
conjectures
regarding
the
state
of
the
roads
,
the
doubt
of
fresh
horses
being
to
be
had
at
the
next
stage
,
the
dead
certainty
of
its
raining
all
night
,
the
equally
mortal
certainty
of
its
clearing
up
in
the
morning
,
and
other
topics
of
inducement
familiar
to
innkeepers
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
but
I
must
send
a
letter
to
London
by
some
conveyance
,
so
that
it
may
be
delivered
the
very
first
thing
in
the
morning
,
or
I
must
go
forwards
at
all
hazards
.
’
The
landlord
smiled
his
delight
.
Nothing
could
be
easier
than
for
the
gentleman
to
inclose
a
letter
in
a
sheet
of
brown
paper
,
and
send
it
on
,
either
by
the
mail
or
the
night
coach
from
Birmingham
.
If
the
gentleman
were
particularly
anxious
to
have
it
left
as
soon
as
possible
,
he
might
write
outside
,
‘
To
be
delivered
immediately
,
’
which
was
sure
to
be
attended
to
;
or
‘
Pay
the
bearer
half
-
a
-
crown
extra
for
instant
delivery
,
’
which
was
surer
still
.
‘
Very
well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
then
we
will
stop
here
.
’
‘
Lights
in
the
Sun
,
John
;
make
up
the
fire
;
the
gentlemen
are
wet
!
’
cried
the
landlord
.
‘
This
way
,
gentlemen
;
don
’
t
trouble
yourselves
about
the
postboy
now
,
sir
.
I
’
ll
send
him
to
you
when
you
ring
for
him
,
sir
.
Now
,
John
,
the
candles
.
’
The
candles
were
brought
,
the
fire
was
stirred
up
,
and
a
fresh
log
of
wood
thrown
on
.
In
ten
minutes
’
time
,
a
waiter
was
laying
the
cloth
for
dinner
,
the
curtains
were
drawn
,
the
fire
was
blazing
brightly
,
and
everything
looked
(
as
everything
always
does
,
in
all
decent
English
inns
)
as
if
the
travellers
had
been
expected
,
and
their
comforts
prepared
,
for
days
beforehand
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
sat
down
at
a
side
table
,
and
hastily
indited
a
note
to
Mr
.
Winkle
,
merely
informing
him
that
he
was
detained
by
stress
of
weather
,
but
would
certainly
be
in
London
next
day
;
until
when
he
deferred
any
account
of
his
proceedings
.
This
note
was
hastily
made
into
a
parcel
,
and
despatched
to
the
bar
per
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
.
Sam
left
it
with
the
landlady
,
and
was
returning
to
pull
his
master
’
s
boots
off
,
after
drying
himself
by
the
kitchen
fire
,
when
glancing
casually
through
a
half
-
opened
door
,
he
was
arrested
by
the
sight
of
a
gentleman
with
a
sandy
head
who
had
a
large
bundle
of
newspapers
lying
on
the
table
before
him
,
and
was
perusing
the
leading
article
of
one
with
a
settled
sneer
which
curled
up
his
nose
and
all
other
features
into
a
majestic
expression
of
haughty
contempt
.
‘
Hollo
!
’
said
Sam
,
‘
I
ought
to
know
that
‘
ere
head
and
them
features
;
the
eyeglass
,
too
,
and
the
broad
-
brimmed
tile
!
Eatansvill
to
vit
,
or
I
’
m
a
Roman
.
’
