He peeped in.

Right at last! There were the two beds, whose situation he perfectly remembered, and the fire still burning.

His candle, not a long one when he first received it, had flickered away in the drafts of air through which he had passed and sank into the socket as he closed the door after him.

'No matter,' said Mr.
Pickwick, 'I can undress myself just as well by the light of the fire.' The bedsteads stood one on each side of the door; and on the inner side of each was a little path, terminating in a rush-bottomed chair, just wide enough to admit of a person's getting into or out of bed, on that side, if he or she thought proper.

Having carefully drawn the curtains of his bed on the outside, Mr.Pickwick sat down on the rush-bottomed chair, and leisurely divested himself of his shoes and gaiters.