The jovial party broke up next morning. Breakings-up are capital things in our schooldays, but in after life they are painful enough. Death, self-interest, and fortune’s changes, are every day breaking up many a happy group, and scattering them far and wide; and the boys and girls never come back again. We do not mean to say that it was exactly the case in this particular instance; all we wish to inform the reader is, that the different members of the party dispersed to their several homes; that Mr. Pickwick and his friends once more took their seats on the top of the Muggleton coach; and that Arabella Allen repaired to her place of destination, wherever it might have been⁠—we dare say Mr. Winkle knew, but we confess we don’t⁠—under the care and guardianship of her brother Benjamin, and his most intimate and particular friend, Mr. Bob Sawyer.