By the time he reached its secluded groves, however, eight o'clock had struck, and the unbroken stream of gentlemen in muddy high-lows, soiled white hats, and rusty apparel, who were pouring towards the different avenues of egress, warned him that the majority of the offices had closed for that day.
After climbing two pairs of steep and dirty stairs, he found his anticipations were realised.

Mr.Perker's 'outer door' was closed; and the dead silence which followed Mr.Weller's repeated kicks thereat, announced that the officials had retired from business for the night.
'This is pleasant, Sam,' said Mr.Pickwick; 'I shouldn't lose an hour in seeing him; I shall not be able to get one wink of sleep to-night, I know, unless I have the satisfaction of reflecting that I have confided this matter to a professional man.' 'Here's an old 'ooman comin' upstairs, sir,' replied Mr.Weller; 'p'raps she knows where we can find somebody.

Hollo, old lady, vere's Mr.
Perker's people ?' 'Mr.Perker's people,' said a thin, miserable-looking old woman, stopping to recover breath after the ascent of the staircase--'Mr.
Perker's people's gone, and I'm a-goin' to do the office out.' 'Are you Mr.Perker's servant ?' inquired Mr.Pickwick.
'I am Mr.Perker's laundress,' replied the woman.
'Ah,' said Mr.Pickwick, half aside to Sam, 'it's a curious circumstance, Sam, that they call the old women in these inns, laundresses.

I wonder what's that for ?' ''Cos they has a mortal awersion to washing anythin', I suppose, Sir,' replied Mr.Weller.
'I shouldn't wonder,' said Mr.Pickwick, looking at the old woman, whose appearance, as well as the condition of the office, which she had by this time opened, indicated a rooted antipathy to the application of soap and water; 'do you know where I can find Mr.Perker, my good woman ?' 'No, I don't,' replied the old woman gruffly; 'he's out o' town now.' 'That's unfortunate,' said Mr.Pickwick; 'where's his clerk?
Do you know ?' 'Yes, I know where he is, but he won't thank me for telling you,' replied the laundress.
'I have very particular business with him,' said Mr.Pickwick.

'Won't it do in the morning ?' said the woman.
'Not so well,' replied Mr.Pickwick.
'Well,' said the old woman, 'if it was anything very particular, I was to say where he was, so I suppose there's no harm in telling.