“Then we are Blue,” said Mr. Pickwick; but observing that the man looked rather doubtful at this accommodating announcement, he gave him his card, and desired him to present it to Mr. Perker forthwith, if he should happen to be in the house. The waiter retired; and reappearing almost immediately with a request that Mr. Pickwick would follow him, led the way to a large room on the first floor, where, seated at a long table covered with books and papers, was Mr. Perker.

“Ah⁠—ah, my dear Sir,” said the little man, advancing to meet him; “very happy to see you, my dear Sir, very. Pray sit down. So you have carried your intention into effect. You have come down here to see an election⁠—eh?”