'I shall find it,' said Mr Pickwick.

'Come on Thursday fortnight, and bring the other chaps with you,'

said Mr Bob Sawyer; 'I'm going to have a few medical fellows that

night.'

Mr Pickwick expressed the pleasure it would afford him to meet the

medical fellows; and after Mr Bob Sawyer had informed him that he

meant to be very cosy, and that his friend Ben was to be one of the

party, they shook hands and separated.

We feel that in this place we lay ourself open to the inquiry whether

Mr Winkle was whispering, during this brief conversation, to Arabella

Allen; and if so, what he said; and furthermore, whether Mr Snodgrass

was conversing apart with Emily Wardle; and if so, what HE said. To

this, we reply, that whatever they might have said to the ladies, they

said nothing at all to Mr Pickwick or Mr Tupman for eight-and-twenty

miles, and that they sighed very often, refused ale and brandy, and

looked gloomy. If our observant lady readers can deduce any

satisfactory inferences from these facts, we beg them by all means to

do so.

The Pickwick Papers