'No, no,' said Mr. Peter Magnus, 'not a word more;it's a painful subject. I see, I see. What's the time, Mr.Pickwick?'
Past twelve.'
'Dear me, it's time to go to bed. It will never do,sitting here. I shall be pale tomorrow, Mr. Pickwick.'
At the bare notion of such a calamity, Mr. Peter Magnus rang the bell for the chambermaid; and the striped bag, the red bag, the leathern hat-box, and the brown-paper parcel, having been conveyed to his bedroom, he retired in company with a japanned candlestick, to one side of the house, while Mr.Pickwick, and another japanned candlestick, were conducted through a multitude of tortuous windings,to another.