'I am almost ready to sink, ma'am, beneath the confusion of addressing a lady in my nightcap (here the lady hastily snatched off hers), but I can't get it off, ma'am (here Mr.Pickwick gave it a tremendous tug, in proof of the statement).

It is evident to me, ma'am, now, that I have mistaken this bedroom for my own.

I had not been here five minutes, ma'am, when you suddenly entered it.' 'If this improbable story be really true, Sir,' said the lady, sobbing violently, 'you will leave it instantly.' 'I will, ma'am, with the greatest pleasure,' replied Mr.Pickwick.
'Instantly, sir,' said the lady.
'Certainly, ma'am,' interposed Mr.Pickwick, very quickly.

'Certainly, ma'am.

I--I--am very sorry, ma'am,' said Mr.Pickwick, making his appearance at the bottom of the bed, 'to have been the innocent occasion of this alarm and emotion; deeply sorry, ma'am.' The lady pointed to the door.