“My young girl is gone to bed, Sir,” said Mrs. Craddock; “and Mr. Dowler is good enough to say that he’ll sit up for Mrs. Dowler, as the party isn’t expected to be over till late; so I was thinking that if you wanted nothing more, Mr. Pickwick, I would go to bed.”

“By all means, ma’am,” replied Mr. Pickwick.

“Wish you good night, Sir,” said Mrs. Craddock.

“Good night, ma’am,” rejoined Mr. Pickwick.