There was the man who had found where the mighty ponds of Hampstead came from; the man who had excited the scientists of the world with his Theory of Tittlebats. He was as calm and quiet as the deep waters of the ponds on a winter's day, or as a single tittlebat in the deepest parts of a collector's jar. And there was even more to be seen, because now Pickwick was sitting up and starting to move.

Everybody was calling for 'Pickwick', so that important and famous man slowly climbed onto the chair where he had been sitting, and spoke to the members of the club which he himself had begun. Any artist would have wanted the chance to paint that exciting scene. There stood Mr Pickwick, with one hand gracefully hidden behind his coat, and the other waving in the air to assist his wonderful speech.

Because he was standing on the chair you could see his long socks and the garters which held the socks up. No-one would have noticed this if the socks and garters had been on the legs of an ordinary man, but when Pickwick wore them everyone felt a deep respect. Around Pickwick stood the men who had agreed to go with him and share the dangers of his travels. Also of course they would get some of the honour of the wonderful discoveries which Mr Pickwick was certain to make.