Next to Mr Pickwick on the right sat Mr Tracy Tupman. Mr Tupman had learned a lot as he had got older but also he still had the enthusiasm and strong emotions of a boy, because Mr Tupman had a very forgiveable weakness which many people share - he kept falling in love.

Once his body had been suitable for romance, but time and good food had changed that. His black silk waistcoat had grown larger and larger; and over the years the gold watch-chain beneath that waistcoat had disappeared from Mr Tupman's sight. His chin had grown so large that it hid the white tie around his neck. But the soul of Tupman was exactly the same - admiring beautiful ladies was still the most important thing for him.

On the left of Mr Pickwick, the great leader, sat Mr Snodgrass the poet, and next to Snodgrass was Mr Winkle; the sportsman. The poet was poetically wrapped in a mysterious blue cloak, and Mr Winkle, the sportsman, looked splendid in a new green coat, with a brightly patterned short cotton scarf around his neck.