"A gentleman!" said the lady with a terrific scream.
"It's all over!" thought Mr.Pickwick.
"A strange man!" shrieked the lady.Another instant and the house would be alarmed.Her garments rustled as she rushed towards the door.
"Ma'am," said Mr.Pickwick, thrusting out his head, in the extremity of his desperation, "Ma'am!"Now, although Mr.Pickwick was not actuated by any definite object in putting out his head, it was instantaneously productive of a good effect.
The lady, as we have already stated, was near the door.She must pass it, to reach the staircase, and she would most undoubtedly have done so by this time, had not the sudden apparition of Mr.Pickwick's night-cap driven her back into the remotest corner of the apartment, where she stood staring wildly at Mr.Pickwick, while Mr.Pickwick in his turn stared wildly at her.
"Wretch," said the lady, covering her eyes with her hands, "what do you want here?""Nothing, Ma'am; nothing, whatever, Ma'am;" said Mr.Pickwick earnestly.
"Nothing!" said the lady, looking up.
"Nothing, Ma'am, upon my honour," said Mr.Pickwick, nodding his head so energetically that the tassel of his night-cap danced again."I am almost ready to sink, Ma'am, beneath the confusion of addressing a lady in my night-cap (here the lady hastily snatched off hers), but I can't get it off, Ma'am (here Mr.Pickwick gave it a tremendous tug, in proof of the statement).It is evident to me, Ma'am, now, that I have mistaken this bed-room for my own.I had not been here five minutes, Ma'am, when you suddenly entered it.""If this improbable story be really true, sir," said the lady, sobbing violently, "you will leave it instantly.""I will, Ma'am, with the greatest pleasure," replied Mr.Pickwick.
"Instantly, sir," said the lady.
"Certainly, Ma'am," interposed Mr.Pickwick very quickly."Certainly, Ma'am.I--I--am very sorry, Ma'am,' said Mr.Pickwick, making his appearance at the bottom of the bed, "to have been the innocent occasion of this alarm and emotion; deeply sorry, Ma'am."The lady pointed to the door.One excellent quality of Mr.Pickwick's character was beautifully displayed at this moment, under the most trying circumstances.Although he had hastily put on his hat over his night-cap, after the manner of the old patrol; although he carried his shoes and gaiters in his hand, and his coat and waistcoat over his arm; nothing could subdue his native politeness.
"I am exceedingly sorry, Ma'am," said Mr.Pickwick, bowing very low.
"If you are, sir, you will at once leave the room," said the lady.
"Immediately, Ma'am; this instant, Ma'am," said Mr.Pickwick, opening the door, and dropping both his shoes with a crash in so doing.
"I trust, Ma'am," resumed Mr.Pickwick, gathering up his shoes, and turning round to bow again: "I trust, Ma'am, that my unblemished character, and the devoted respect I entertain for your sex, will plead as some slight excuse for this"--But before Mr.Pickwick could conclude the sentence the lady had thrust him into the passage, and locked and bolted the door behind him.
Whatever grounds of self-congratulation Mr.Pickwick might have for having escaped so quietly from his late awkward situation, his present position was by no means enviable.He was alone, in an open passage, in a strange house, in the middle of the night, half dressed; it was not to be supposed that he could find his way in perfect darkness to a room which he had been wholly unable to discover with a light, and if he made the slightest noise in his fruitless attempts to do so, he stood every chance of being shot at, and perhaps killed, by some wakeful traveller.He had no resource but to remain where he was until daylight appeared.So after groping his way a few paces down the passage, and, to his infinite alarm, stumbling over several pairs of boots in so doing, Mr.Pickwick crouched into a little recess in the wall, to wait for morning as philosophically as he might.
He was not destined, however, to undergo this additional trial of patience:
for he had not been long ensconced in his present concealment when, to his unspeakable horror, a man, bearing a light, appeared at the end of the passage.His horror was suddenly converted into joy, however, when he recognised the form of his faithful attendant.It was indeed Mr.Samuel Weller, who after sitting up thus late, in conversation with the Boots, who was sitting up for the mail, was now about to retire to rest.
"Sam," said Mr.Pickwick, suddenly appearing before him, "where's my bed-room?"Mr.Weller stared at his master with the most emphatic surprise; and it was not until the question had been repeated three several times, that he turned round, and led the way to the long-sought apartment.
"Sam," said Mr.Pickwick as he got into bed, "I have made one of the most extraordinary mistakes to-night, that ever were heard of.""Wery likely, sir," replied Mr.Weller drily.
"But of this I am determined, Sam," said Mr.Pickwick; "that if I were to stop in this house for six months, I would never trust myself about it, alone, again.""That's the wery prudentest resolution as you could come to, sir," replied Mr.Weller."You rayther want somebody to look arter you, sir, wen your judgment goes out a wisitin'.""What do you mean by that, Sam?" said Mr.Pickwick.He raised himself in bed, and extended his hand, as if he were about to say something more;but suddenly checking himself, turned round, and bade his valet "Good night.""Good night, sir," replied Mr.Weller.He paused when he got outside the door--shook his head--walked on--stopped--snuffed the candle--shook his head again--and finally proceeded slowly to his chamber, apparently buried in the profoundest meditation.
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