There were few preparatory arrangements to be made for the marriage of Mr. Snodgrass. As he had neither father nor mother, and had been in his minority a ward of Mr. Pickwick’s, that gentleman was perfectly well acquainted with his possessions and prospects. His account of both was quite satisfactory to Wardle⁠—as almost any other account would have been, for the good old gentleman was overflowing with hilarity and kindness⁠—and a handsome portion having been bestowed upon Emily, the marriage was fixed to take place on the fourth day from that time⁠—the suddenness of which preparations reduced three dressmakers and a tailor to the extreme verge of insanity.