[Works Illustrated library edition] . tered, and which wasguarded by a stout turnkey with the key in his hand: led atonce into the interior of the prison. Here they stopped, while the tipstaff delivered his papers;and here Mr. Pickwick was apprised that he would remain, untilhe had undergone the ceremony, known to the initiated as sitting for your portrait. Sitting for my portrait! said Mr. Pickwick. Having your likeness taken, sir, replied the stout turnkey. Were capital hands at likenesses here. Take em in notime, and always exact. Walk in, sir, and make yourself athome. Mr. Pickwick complie
[Works Illustrated library edition] . tered, and which wasguarded by a stout turnkey with the key in his hand: led atonce into the interior of the prison. Here they stopped, while the tipstaff delivered his papers;and here Mr. Pickwick was apprised that he would remain, untilhe had undergone the ceremony, known to the initiated as sitting for your portrait. Sitting for my portrait! said Mr. Pickwick. Having your likeness taken, sir, replied the stout turnkey. Were capital hands at likenesses here. Take em in notime, and always exact. Walk in, sir, and make yourself athome. Mr. Pickwick complied with the invitation, and sat himselfdown: when Mr. Weller, who stationed himself at the back ofthe chair, whispered that the sitting was merely another termfor undergoing an inspection by the different turnkeys, in orderthat they might know prisoners from visitors. Well, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick, then I wish the artistswould come. This is rather a public place. They vont be long, sir, I des-say, replied Sam. Theresa Dutch clock, THE PICKWICK CLUB. 213 So I see, observed Mr. Pickwick. And a bird-cage, sir, said Sam. Veels vithin veels, aprison in a prison. Aint it, sir ? As Mr. Weller made this philosophical remark, Mr. Pickwickwas aware that his sitting had commenced. The stout turnkeyhaving been relieved from the lock, sat down, and looked at himcarelessly, from time to time, while a long thin man who hadrelieved him, thrust his hands beneath his coat-tails, and plantinghimself opposite, took a good long view of him. A third rathersurly-looking gentleman : who had apparently been disturbed athis tea, for he was disposing of the last remnant of a crust andbutter when he came in : stationed himself close to Mr. Pick-wick ; and, resting his hands on his hips, inspected him nar-rowly ; while two others mixed with the group, and studied hisfeatures with most intent and thoughtful faces. Mr. Pickwickwinced a good deal under the operation, and appeared to sitvery uneasily in hi
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