them printed in a little booklet the whole of the particular chapter
wherein these disrespectful remarks appear. Indeed, that is the
chief means of advertisement to lure the traveller in, and when he
gets there he finds Pickwick pictures everywhere on the walls to
dispel any doubt he might have of the associations.

It is not necessary to re-tell the story of Mr. Pickwick's
misadventure here. It will be recalled that having forgotten his
watch he, in a weak moment, walked quietly downstairs, with the
japanned candlestick in his hand, to secure it again. "The more
stairs Mr. Pickwick went down, the more stairs there seemed to be
to descend, and again and again, when Mr. Pickwick got into some
narrow passage, and began to congratulate himself on having gained
the ground floor, did another flight of stairs appear before his
astonished eyes. . . .Passage after passage did he explore; room
after room did he peep into"; until at length he discovered the
room he wanted and also his watch.

The same difficulty confronted him on his journey backward; indeed,
it was even more perplexing. "Rows of doors, garnished with boots
of every shape, make, and size, branched off in every possible
direction." He tried a dozen doors before he found what he thought
was his room and proceeded to divest himself of his clothes
preparatory to entering on his night's rest. But, alas! he had got
into the wrong bedroom and the story of the dilemma he shortly found
himself in with the lady in the yellow curl-papers, and how he
extricated himself in so modest and gentlemanly a manner, is a story
which "every schoolboy knows."

Having disentangled himself from the dilemma, he found the intricacies