Tap at it when you hear the clock strike, and I will open it instantly.' 'I don't like the plan,' said Mr.Pickwick; 'but as I see no other, and as the happiness of this young lady's whole life is at stake, I adopt it.

I shall be sure to be there.' Thus, for the second time, did Mr.Pickwick's innate good-feeling involve him in an enterprise from which he would most willingly have stood aloof.
'What is the name of the house ?' inquired Mr.Pickwick.
'Westgate House, Sir.

You turn a little to the right when you get to the end of the town; it stands by itself, some little distance off the high road, with the name on a brass plate on the gate.' 'I know it,' said Mr.Pickwick.

'I observed it once before, when I was in this town.

You may depend upon me.' Mr.Trotter made another bow, and turned to depart, when Mr.Pickwick thrust a guinea into his hand.
'You're a fine fellow,' said Mr.Pickwick, 'and I admire your goodness of heart.