Once or twice he tried to scale the wall, but having no other legs this time, than those with which Nature had furnished him, the only effect of his struggles was to inflict a variety of very unpleasant gratings on his knees and shins, and to throw him into a state of the most profuse perspiration.
'What a dreadful situation,' said Mr.Pickwick, pausing to wipe his brow after this exercise.

He looked up at the house--all was dark.

They must be gone to bed now.

He would try the signal again.
He walked on tiptoe across the moist gravel, and tapped at the door.
He held his breath, and listened at the key-hole.

No reply: very odd.
Another knock.