Mr.Pickwick brought out the lantern, once or twice, as they groped their way along, and threw a very brilliant little tunnel of light before them, about a foot in diameter.

It was very pretty to look at, but seemed to have the effect of rendering surrounding objects rather darker than before.
At length they arrived at the large stone.

Here Sam recommended his master and Mr.Winkle to seat themselves, while he reconnoitred, and ascertained whether Mary was yet in waiting.
After an absence of five or ten minutes, Sam returned to say that the gate was opened, and all quiet.

Following him with stealthy tread, Mr.Pickwick and Mr.Winkle soon found themselves in the garden.

Here everybody said, 'Hush!' a good many times; and that being done, no one seemed to have any very distinct apprehension of what was to be done next.
'Is Miss Allen in the garden yet, Mary ?' inquired Mr.Winkle, much agitated.
'I don't know, sir,' replied the pretty housemaid.