Mr. Pickwick had bestowed a hasty glance on these interesting objects, when he was again greeted by his faithful disciple.

“Pickwick⁠—Pickwick,” said Mr. Tupman; “come up here. Make haste.”

“Come along, Sir. Pray, come up,” said the stout gentleman. “Joe!⁠—damn that boy, he’s gone to sleep again.⁠—Joe, let down the steps.” The fat boy rolled slowly off the box, let down the steps, and held the carriage door invitingly open. Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle came up at the moment.