'We will dine alone, then.

Show us a private room, waiter.' On this request being preferred, the corpulent man condescended to order the boots to bring in the gentlemen's luggage; and preceding them down a long, dark passage, ushered them into a large, badly-furnished apartment, with a dirty grate, in which a small fire was making a wretched attempt to be cheerful, but was fast sinking beneath the dispiriting influence of the place.

After the lapse of an hour, a bit of fish and a steak was served up to the travellers, and when the dinner was cleared away, Mr.Pickwick and Mr.Peter Magnus drew their chairs up to the fire, and having ordered a bottle of the worst possible port wine, at the highest possible price, for the good of the house, drank brandy-and-water for their own.
Mr.Peter Magnus was naturally of a very communicative disposition, and the brandy-and-water operated with wonderful effect in warming into life the deepest hidden secrets of his bosom.

After sundry accounts of himself, his family, his connections, his friends, his jokes, his business, and his brothers (most talkative men have a great deal to say about their brothers), Mr.Peter Magnus took a view of Mr.Pickwick through his coloured spectacles for several minutes, and then said, with an air of modesty-- 'And what do you think--what DO you think, Mr.Pickwick--I have come down here for ?' 'Upon my word,' said Mr.Pickwick, 'it is wholly impossible for me to guess; on business, perhaps.' 'Partly right, Sir,' replied Mr.Peter Magnus, 'but partly wrong at the same time; try again, Mr.Pickwick.' 'Really,' said Mr.Pickwick, 'I must throw myself on your mercy, to tell me or not, as you may think best; for I should never guess, if I were to try all night.' 'Why, then, he-he-he!' said Mr.Peter Magnus, with a bashful titter, 'what should you think, Mr.Pickwick, if I had come down here to make a proposal, Sir, eh?
He, he, he!' 'Think! That you are very likely to succeed,' replied Mr.Pickwick, with one of his beaming smiles.

'Ah!' said Mr.Magnus.