“ Very good, Sir.” Here, he walked slowly to the door, and then stopping short, turned round and said, with great suavity⁠—

“Shall I send the chambermaid, gentlemen?”

“You may if you please,” replied Mr. Pickwick.

“If you please, sir.”

“And bring some soda-water,” said Bob Sawyer.

“Soda-water, Sir! Yes, Sir.” With his mind apparently relieved from an overwhelming weight, by having at last got an order for something, the waiter imperceptibly melted away. Waiters never walk or run. They have a peculiar and mysterious power of skimming out of rooms, which other mortals possess not.