'That will do excellently for me,' said the stranger, 'I will see you at five exactly. Until then - take care of yourselves'. He lifted his hat a few inches, and put it back right on one side of his head. Half of the brown paper parcel was still sticking out of his pocket as he walked quickly away and turned into the High Street.

'It is easy to see that he has travelled in many countries, and carefully studied many things,' said Mr Pickwick.

'I should like to see his poem,' said Mr Snodgrass.

'I should like to have seen that dog,' said Mr Winkle.

Mr Tupman said nothing; but he thought of Donna Christina, the stomach pump, and the fountain; and his eyes filled with tears.

Mr Pickwick and his friends booked a private sitting-room in the hotel, inspected the bedrooms, and ordered dinner. Then they walked out to see the city.