THE PICKWICK CLUB. 435
CHAPTER XL.
WHAT BEFEL MR. PICKWICK WHEN HE GOT INTO THE FLEET; WHAT DEBTORS HE SAW THERE; AND HOW HE PASSED THE NIGHT.
Mr. Tom Roker, the gentleman who had accompanied Mr. Pickwick into the prison/turned sharp round to the right when he got to the bottom of the little flight of steps, and led the way through an iron gate which stood open, and up another short flight of steps, into a long narrow gallery, dirty and low, paved with stone, and very dimly lighted by a window at each remote end.
- ' This," said the gentleman, thrusting his hands into his pockets,
and looking carelessly over his shoulder to Mr. Pickwick, " This here is the hall flight."
" Oh," replied Mr. Pickwick, looking down a dark and filthy stair- case, which appeared to lead to a range of damp and gloomy stone vaults beneath the ground, " and those, I suppose, are the little cellars where the prisoners keep their small quantities of coals. Ah ! unpleasant places to have to go down to ; but very convenient, I dare say."
- ' Yes, I shouldn't wonder if they was convenient," replied the gen-
tleman, seeing that a few people live there pretty snug. That's the Fair, that is."
" My friend," said Mr. Pickwick, " you don't really mean to say that human beings live down in those wretched dungeons?"
" Don't I?" replied Mr. Roker, with indignant astonishment; "why shouldn't I ? "
" Live ! — live down there ! " exclaimed Mr. Pickwick.
"Live down there! yes, and die down there, too, wery often!" replied Mr. Roker ; " and what of that ? Who's got to say anything agin it ? Live down there ! — yes, and a wery good place it is to live in, ain't it?"
As Roker turned somewhat fiercely upon Mr. Pickwick in saying this, and moreover muttered, in an excited fashion, certain unpleasant invocations concerning his own eyes, limbs, and circulating fluids, the latter gentleman deemed it advisable to pursue the discourse no further. Mr. Roker then proceeded to mount another staircase, as dirty as that which led to the place which had just been the subject of discussion, in which ascent he was closely followed by Mr. Pickwick and Sam.
" There," said Mr. Roker, pausing for breath when they reached another gallery of the same dimensions as the one below, " this is the coff"ee-room flight : the one above 's the third, and the one above that 's the top ; and the room where you're a going to sleep to-night is the warden's room, and it's this way — come on." Having said all this in a
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