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While
this
conversation
was
passing
in
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
room
,
a
little
old
gentleman
in
a
suit
of
snuff
-
coloured
clothes
,
followed
by
a
porter
carrying
a
small
portmanteau
,
presented
himself
below
;
and
,
after
securing
a
bed
for
the
night
,
inquired
of
the
waiter
whether
one
Mrs
.
Winkle
was
staying
there
,
to
which
question
the
waiter
of
course
responded
in
the
affirmative
.
‘
Is
she
alone
?
’
inquired
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
I
believe
she
is
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
waiter
;
‘
I
can
call
her
own
maid
,
Sir
,
if
you
—
’
‘
No
,
I
don
’
t
want
her
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
quickly
.
‘
Show
me
to
her
room
without
announcing
me
.
’
‘
Eh
,
Sir
?
’
said
the
waiter
.
‘
Are
you
deaf
?
’
inquired
the
little
old
gentleman
.
‘
No
,
sir
.
’
‘
Then
listen
,
if
you
please
.
Can
you
hear
me
now
?
’
‘
Yes
,
Sir
.
’
‘
That
’
s
well
.
Show
me
to
Mrs
.
Winkle
’
s
room
,
without
announcing
me
.
