Pickwick winced a good deal under the operation, and appeared to sit very uneasily in his chair; but he made no remark to anybody while it was being performed, not even to Sam, who reclined upon the back of the chair, reflecting, partly on the situation of his master, and partly on the great satisfaction it would have afforded him to make a fierce assault upon all the turnkeys there assembled, one after the other, if it were lawful and peaceable so to do.

At length the likeness was completed, and Mr. Pickwick was informed that he might now proceed into the prison.

“Where am I to sleep tonight?” inquired Mr. Pickwick.

“Why, I don’t rightly know about tonight,” replied the stout turnkey. “You’ll be chummed on somebody tomorrow, and then you’ll be all snug and comfortable. The first night’s generally rather unsettled, but you’ll be set all squares tomorrow.”