I said I was very well, and hoped he was. I was sufficiently ill at ease, Heaven knows; but it was not in my nature to complain much at that time of my life, so I said I was very well, and hoped he was. “I am,” said the stranger, “thank Heaven, quite well. I have received a letter from Mr. Murdstone, in which he mentions that he would desire me to receive into an apartment in the rear of my house, which is at present unoccupied--and is, in short, to be let as a--in short,” said the stranger, with a smile and in a burst of confidence, “as a bedroom--the young beginner whom I have now the pleasure to--” and the stranger waved his hand, and settled his chin in his shirt-collar. “This is Mr. Micawber,” said Mr. Quinion to me. “Ahem!” said the stranger, “that is my name.” “Mr. Micawber,” said Mr. Quinion, “is known to Mr. Murdstone. He takes orders for us on commission, when he can get any. He has been written to by Mr. Murdstone, on the subject of your lodgings, and he will receive you as a lodger.” “My address,” said Mr. Micawber, “is Windsor Terrace, City Road. I--in short,” said Mr. Micawber, with the same genteel air, and in another burst of confidence--“I live there.” I made him a bow. “Under the impression,” said Mr. Micawber, “that your peregrinations in this metropolis have not as yet been extensive, and that you might have some difficulty in penetrating the arcana of the Modern Babylon in the direction of the City Road--in short,” said Mr. Micawber, in another burst of confidence, “that you might lose yourself--I shall be happy to call this evening, and install you in the knowledge of the nearest way.” I thanked him with all my heart, for it was friendly in him to offer to take that trouble. “At what hour,” said Mr. Micawber, “shall I----” “At about eight,” said Mr. Quinion. “At about eight,” said Mr. Micawber. “I beg to wish you good day, Mr. Quinion. I will intrude no longer.” So he put on his hat, and went out with his cane under his arm: very upright, and humming a tune when he was clear of the counting-house. Mr. Quinion then formally engaged me to be as useful as I could in the warehouse of Murdstone and Grinby, at a salary, I think, of six shillings a week. I am not clear whether it was six or seven. I am inclined to believe, from my uncertainty on this head, that it was six at first and seven afterwards. He paid me a week down (from his own pocket, I believe), and I gave Mealy sixpence out of it to get my trunk carried to Windsor Terrace at night: it being too heavy for my strength, small as it was. I paid sixpence more for my dinner, which was a meat pie and a turn at a neighboring pump; and passed the hour which was allowed for that meal, in walking about the streets.