Mr. Pickwick had not been asleep half an hour when little Captain Boldwig, followed by the two gardeners, came striding along as fast as his size and importance would let him; and when he came near the oak tree, Captain Boldwig paused and drew a long breath, and looked at the prospect as if he thought the prospect ought to be highly gratified at having him to take notice of it; and then he struck the ground emphatically with his stick, and summoned the head-gardener.

“Hunt,” said Captain Boldwig.

“Yes, Sir,” said the gardener.

“Roll this place tomorrow morning⁠—do you hear, Hunt?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And take care that you keep this place in good order⁠—do you hear, Hunt?”

“Yes, Sir.”