“Good night, my dear Sir!” said Mr. Winkle between his set teeth.

“Bless you, my dear fellow!” replied the warmhearted Mr. Pickwick, as he returned the pressure of his young friend’s hand.

“Now then!” cried Mr. Tupman from the gallery.

“Yes, yes, directly,” replied Mr. Winkle. “Good night!”

“Good night,” said Mr. Pickwick.