While this conversation was passing in Mr. Pickwick’s room, a little old gentleman in a suit of snuff-coloured clothes, followed by a porter carrying a small portmanteau, presented himself below; and, after securing a bed for the night, inquired of the waiter whether one Mrs. Winkle was staying there, to which question the waiter of course responded in the affirmative.

“Is she alone?” inquired the old gentleman.

“I believe she is, Sir,” replied the waiter; “I can call her own maid, Sir, if you⁠—”

“No, I don’t want her,” said the old gentleman quickly. “Show me to her room without announcing me.”

“Eh, Sir?” said the waiter.

“Are you deaf?” inquired the little old gentleman.

“No, sir.”