“Wretched creature, what do you want here?” said the gentleman, who it is needless to say was Mr. Snodgrass.

To this the fat boy, considerably terrified, briefly responded, “Missis.”

“What do you want me for?” enquired Emily, turning her head aside, “you stupid creature.”

“Master and Mr. Pickwick is a-going to dine here at five,” replied the fat boy.

After being bribed by Snodgrass, Emily and Arabella, he was invited by Mary to dine with her downstairs, where he regaled himself on meat pie, steak, a dish of potatoes and a pot of porter.  Here he attempted to make love to Mary, and, having failed, “ate a pound or so of steak with a sentimental countenance and fell fast asleep.”

“There was so much to say upstairs, and there were so many plans to concert for elopement and matrimony in the event of old Wardle continuing to be cruel, that it wanted only half an hour to dinner when Mr. Snodgrass took his final adieu.  The ladies ran to Emily’s bedroom to dress, and the lover, taking up his hat, walked out of the room.  He had scarcely got outside the door when he heard Wardle’s voice talking loudly; and, looking over the banisters, beheld him, followed by some other gentlemen, coming straight upstairs.  Knowing nothing of the house, Mr. Snodgrass in his confusion stepped hastily back into the room he had just quitted, and, passing from thence into an inner apartment (Mr. Wardle’s bedchamber), closed the door softly, just as the persons he had caught sight of entered the sitting-room.  These were Mr. Wardle and Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Nathaniel Winkle and Mr. Benjamin Allen, whom he had no difficulty in recognising by their voices.”

In this dilemma Mr. Snodgrass remained, for the door was locked and the key gone, and in desperation he sat himself down upon a portmanteau and trembled violently.  In the meantime Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Wardle and the rest of the company settled down to dinner, at which the fat boy made himself conspicuous “by smirking, grinning and winking with redoubled assiduity.”  His state of mind grew worse, when, having at Mr. Wardle’s instructions, gone into the next room to fetch his snuff-box from the dressing-table, he returned with the palest face “that ever a fat boy wore.”  In his effort to acquaint Mr. Pickwick with what he encountered in the room, his manner became worse and worse, and on the instant that Mr. Wardle was about to ring for the waiters to remove him to a place of safety, Mr. Snodgrass, “the captive lover, his face burning with confusion, suddenly walked in from the bedroom, and made a comprehensive bow to the company.”