Send to the Angel for Mr.
Pickwick's manservant, I implore you, ma'am.' 'He must be respectable--he keeps a manservant,' said Miss Tomkins to the writing and ciphering governess.
'It's my opinion, Miss Tomkins,' said the writing and ciphering governess, 'that his manservant keeps him, I think he's a madman, Miss Tomkins, and the other's his keeper.' 'I think you are very right, Miss Gwynn,' responded Miss Tomkins.

'Let two of the servants repair to the Angel, and let the others remain here, to protect us.' So two of the servants were despatched to the Angel in search of Mr.
Samuel Weller; and the remaining three stopped behind to protect Miss Tomkins, and the three teachers, and the thirty boarders.

And Mr.
Pickwick sat down in the closet, beneath a grove of sandwich-bags, and awaited the return of the messengers, with all the philosophy and fortitude he could summon to his aid.
An hour and a half elapsed before they came back, and when they did come, Mr.Pickwick recognised, in addition to the voice of Mr.Samuel Weller, two other voices, the tones of which struck familiarly on his ear; but whose they were, he could not for the life of him call to mind.
A very brief conversation ensued.

The door was unlocked.

Mr.Pickwick stepped out of the closet, and found himself in the presence of the whole establishment of Westgate House, Mr Samuel Weller, and--old Wardle, and his destined son-in-law, Mr.Trundle! 'My dear friend,' said Mr.Pickwick, running forward and grasping Wardle's hand, 'my dear friend, pray, for Heaven's sake, explain to this lady the unfortunate and dreadful situation in which I am placed.