Windy; isn't it ?' 'Very,' said Mr.Pickwick.

'Good-night.' 'Good-night.' Mr.Pickwick went to his bedchamber, and Mr.Dowler resumed his seat before the fire, in fulfilment of his rash promise to sit up till his wife came home.
There are few things more worrying than sitting up for somebody, especially if that somebody be at a party.

You cannot help thinking how quickly the time passes with them, which drags so heavily with you; and the more you think of this, the more your hopes of their speedy arrival decline.

Clocks tick so loud, too, when you are sitting up alone, and you seem as if you had an under-garment of cobwebs on.

First, something tickles your right knee, and then the same sensation irritates your left.