He was undecided.

'Fill your glass, and pass the wine,' said the indefatigable visitor.
Mr.Tupman did as he was requested; and the additional stimulus of the last glass settled his determination.
'Winkle's bedroom is inside mine,' said Mr.Tupman; 'I couldn't make him understand what I wanted, if I woke him now, but I know he has a dress-suit in a carpet bag; and supposing you wore it to the ball, and took it off when we returned, I could replace it without troubling him at all about the matter.' 'Capital,' said the stranger, 'famous plan--damned odd situation--fourteen coats in the packing-cases, and obliged to wear another man's--very good notion, that--very.' 'We must purchase our tickets,' said Mr.Tupman.
'Not worth while splitting a guinea,' said the stranger, 'toss who shall pay for both--I call; you spin--first time--woman--woman--bewitching woman,' and down came the sovereign with the dragon (called by courtesy a woman) uppermost.
Mr.Tupman rang the bell, purchased the tickets, and ordered chamber candlesticks.

In another quarter of an hour the stranger was completely arrayed in a full suit of Mr.Nathaniel Winkle's.
'It's a new coat,' said Mr.Tupman, as the stranger surveyed himself with great complacency in a cheval glass; 'the first that's been made with our club button,' and he called his companions' attention to the large gilt button which displayed a bust of Mr.Pickwick in the centre, and the letters 'P.

C.' on either side.
'"P.

C."' said the stranger--'queer set out--old fellow's likeness, and "P.