“I should have been the better for something of this kind, in my last garden expedition, at night; eh, Sam?” said Mr. Pickwick, looking good-humouredly round at his follower, who was trudging behind.

“Wery nice things, if they’re managed properly, Sir,” replied Mr. Weller; “but wen you don’t want to be seen, I think they’re more useful arter the candle’s gone out, than wen it’s alight.”

Mr. Pickwick appeared struck by Sam’s remarks, for he put the lantern into his pocket again, and they walked on in silence.

“Down here, Sir,” said Sam. “Let me lead the way. This is the lane, Sir.”