At last this document appeared to be got out of the way, somehow; at all events it ceased to be the rock-ahead it had been; and Mrs.Micawber informed me that 'her family' had decided that Mr.
Micawber should apply for his release under the Insolvent Debtors Act, which would set him free, she expected, in about six weeks.
'And then,' said Mr.Micawber, who was present, 'I have no doubt I shall, please Heaven, begin to be beforehand with the world, and to live in a perfectly new manner, if--in short, if anything turns up.' By way of going in for anything that might be on the cards, I call to mind that Mr.Micawber, about this time, composed a petition to the House of Commons, praying for an alteration in the law of imprisonment for debt.

I set down this remembrance here, because it is an instance to myself of the manner in which I fitted my old books to my altered life, and made stories for myself, out of the streets, and out of men and women; and how some main points in the character I shall unconsciously develop, I suppose, in writing my life, were gradually forming all this while.
There was a club in the prison, in which Mr.Micawber, as a gentleman, was a great authority.

Mr.Micawber had stated his idea of this petition to the club, and the club had strongly approved of the same.

Wherefore Mr.Micawber (who was a thoroughly good-natured man, and as active a creature about everything but his own affairs as ever existed, and never so happy as when he was busy about something that could never be of any profit to him) set to work at the petition, invented it, engrossed it on an immense sheet of paper, spread it out on a table, and appointed a time for all the club, and all within the walls if they chose, to come up to his room and sign it.
When I heard of this approaching ceremony, I was so anxious to see them all come in, one after another, though I knew the greater part of them already, and they me, that I got an hour's leave of absence from Murdstone and Grinby's, and established myself in a corner for that purpose.

As many of the principal members of the club as could be got into the small room without filling it, supported Mr.Micawber in front of the petition, while my old friend Captain Hopkins (who had washed himself, to do honour to so solemn an occasion) stationed himself close to it, to read it to all who were unacquainted with its contents.