Mr. Pickwick’s explanation having already been partially made, was soon concluded. But neither in the course of his walk home with his friends, nor afterwards when seated before a blazing fire at the supper he so much needed, could a single observation be drawn from him. He seemed bewildered and amazed. Once, and only once, he turned round to Mr. Wardle, and said⁠—

“How did you come here?”

“Trundle and I came down here, for some good shooting on the first,” replied Wardle. “We arrived tonight, and were astonished to hear from your servant that you were here too. But I am glad you are,” said the old fellow, slapping him on the back⁠—“I am glad you are. We shall have a jovial party on the first, and we’ll give Winkle another chance⁠—eh, old boy?”