“Unfurnished lodgings?” said Mr. Pickwick.

“Yes⁠—the dry arches of Waterloo Bridge. Fine sleeping-place⁠—vithin ten minutes’ walk of all the public offices⁠—only if there is any objection to it, it is that the sitivation’s rayther too airy. I see some queer sights there.”

“Ah, I suppose you did,” said Mr. Pickwick, with an air of considerable interest.