"'Nothing now.'
"'Very good, sir. Like to order supper, sir?'
"'Not just now.'
"' Very good, sir.' Here he walked softly to the door, and then stopping short, turned round and said with great suavity:
"'Shall I send the chambermaid, gentlemen?'
"'You may if you please,' replied Mr. Pickwick.
"'If you please, sir.'
"'Bring some soda water,' said Bob Sawyer.
"'Soda water, sir? Yes, sir.' And with his mind apparently relieved from an overwhelming weight by having at last got an order for something, the waiter imperceptibly melted away. Waiters never walk or run. They have a peculiar and mysterious power of skimming out of rooms, which other mortals possess not."
Eventually Mr. Pickwick and his friends arrived safely at the house of Mr. Winkle, and, having concluded the interview, all three returned to the hotel and went "silent and supperless to bed."