“The fact is⁠—” said Sam, stopping short.

“Well!” said Mr. Pickwick. “Speak out, Sam.”

“Why, the fact is,” said Sam, with a desperate effort, “perhaps I’d better see arter my bed afore I do anythin’ else.”

“ Your bed! ” exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, in astonishment.

“Yes, my bed, Sir,” replied Sam, “I’m a prisoner. I was arrested this here wery arternoon for debt.”

“You arrested for debt!” exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, sinking into a chair.