At the Bull, they show you "Mr. Pickwick's room"--as well as Tupman's and Winkle's--Boz's very particular description enables this to be done. Mr. Pickwick's was, of course, to the front--when, roused by the Boots, he gave the direction of his followers' bed-room, "next room but two on the right hand." Winkle's room was inside Tupman's--so we are shown a room in the front with another inside of it--and the _third_ on the left will, of course, be Mr. Pickwick's, Q.E.D. The waiters know all these points, and prove them to the bewildered visitors. "You see, sir, there is the very room _where the clothes were stolen_." III.--Jingle's Love Affairs Jingle's elopement with the spinster aunt was ingeniously contrived, but it seemed rather speculative and rash--she might not have had a penny. His only ground for jumping to the conclusion that she _had_ a fortune was that, on his saying that "Tupman only wants your money"; "The wretch!" she exclaimed--"Mr. Jingle's doubts were resolved--she _had_ money." More wonderful, too, were the very easy terms on which he was "bought off"--a hundred and twenty pounds. Her fortune might be estimated at some thousands. He was really master of the situation. The lady was of mature age--her own mistress, Wardle and his attorney could do nothing to stop the business. He certainly might have held out for four or five hundred pounds. Perker's diplomacy was wretched, and his plea about the age of the old lady mere burlesque. "You are right, my dear sir--she is rather old. The founder of the family came into Kent when Julius Caesar invaded Britain; only one member of it since who hasn't lived to eighty-five, and _he_ was beheaded by one of the Henrys. The old lady is not seventy-three now, my dear sir." Which seems like buffooning in a man of business. Jingle's course, after he left Rochester, can be traced very readily. With plenty of money in his pocket, he found his way to Ipswich (or Eatanswill), assuming the name of Captain FitzMarshall, and taking with him, as his confederate, Job Hutley. There he got introduced to Nupkins, the Mayor, who presided at the election, and who had made his money in "the nail and sarsepan business"--that is, as an ironmonger. The few words this functionary uttered on the hustings are of the same pompous character as his later magisterial deliverances. "'Whiffin, _proclaim_ silence,' said the Mayor, with air of _pomp_, &c., where this superciliousness is emphasised. 'Gentlemen,' he went on, 'brother electors of the Borough of Eatanswill, we are met here to-day for the purpose of choosing a representative in the room of our late'--but the noise and interruptions prevented the rest of the speech being heard. Notwithstanding, he characteristically 'thanked the meeting for the patient attention with which they had heard him throughout,' a declaration that excited roars of laughter, lasting for a quarter of an hour."