A cab journey
'Here you are, Sir,' shouted a strange-looking specimen of the human race. This man was wearing a cheap coat and apron and had a brass label and number round his neck, so he looked as if he were an exhibit in some collection. This was the porter. 'Here you are, Sir. Now, then, first cab!' And the first cabbie was fetched from the public-house, where he had been smoking his first pipe. Mr Pickwick and his suitcase were thrown into the vehicle.
'I want to go to Golden Cross,' said Mr Pickwick.