Chapter 31: XXX

XXX How the Pickwickians made and cultivated the acquaintance of a couple of nice young men belonging to one of the liberal professions; how they disported themselves on the ice; and how their visit came to a conclusion. “Well, Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick, as that favoured servitor entered his bedchamber, with his warm water, on the morning of Christmas Day, “still frosty?” “Water in the wash-hand basin’s a mask o’ ice, Sir,” responded Sam. “Severe weather, Sam,” observed Mr. Pickwick. …