“It’s been given out to brush,” thought Mr. Pickwick, “and the man has forgotten whom it belongs to.”

“ Mr. Winkle,” he called out, “next room but two, on the right hand.”

“Thank’ee, sir,” said the Boots, and away he went.

“What’s the matter?” cried Mr. Tupman, as a loud knocking at his door roused him from his oblivious repose.

“Can I speak to Mr. Winkle, sir?” replied Boots from the outside.