'If you love history, you must love this!' exclaimed Mr Pickwick, as he lifted his telescope to his eye.

Ah! isn't it a fine place?' said the stranger. 'Glorious - high, frightening walls - strange buildings - dark corners - old staircases. There is an old cathedral too - it smells of earth - so many visitors feet have worn away the old stone steps. It has little doors - they were strange people who lived there, all sorts of old fellows, with big red faces, and broken noses, turning up every day to pray. Many great lords and ladies are buried there. It's a fine place, that cathedral - there are many strange stories about it'. The stranger continued to talk to himself until they reached the Bull Inn, in the High Street, where the coach stopped.

'Are you staying here, Sir?' asked Mr Nathaniel Winkle.