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‘
To
attend
upon
me
;
and
travel
about
with
me
and
these
gentlemen
here
.
’
‘
Take
the
bill
down
,
’
said
Sam
emphatically
.
‘
I
’
m
let
to
a
single
gentleman
,
and
the
terms
is
agreed
upon
.
’
‘
You
accept
the
situation
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Cert
’
nly
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
If
the
clothes
fits
me
half
as
well
as
the
place
,
they
’
ll
do
.
’
‘
You
can
get
a
character
of
course
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Ask
the
landlady
o
’
the
White
Hart
about
that
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Can
you
come
this
evening
?
’
‘
I
’
ll
get
into
the
clothes
this
minute
,
if
they
’
re
here
,
’
said
Sam
,
with
great
alacrity
.
‘
Call
at
eight
this
evening
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
and
if
the
inquiries
are
satisfactory
,
they
shall
be
provided
.
’
With
the
single
exception
of
one
amiable
indiscretion
,
in
which
an
assistant
housemaid
had
equally
participated
,
the
history
of
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
conduct
was
so
very
blameless
,
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
felt
fully
justified
in
closing
the
engagement
that
very
evening
With
the
promptness
and
energy
which
characterised
not
only
the
public
proceedings
,
but
all
the
private
actions
of
this
extraordinary
man
,
he
at
once
led
his
new
attendant
to
one
of
those
convenient
emporiums
where
gentlemen
’
s
new
and
second
–
hand
clothes
are
provided
,
and
the
troublesome
and
inconvenient
formality
of
measurement
dispensed
with
;
and
before
night
had
closed
in
,
Mr
.
Weller
was
furnished
with
a
grey
coat
with
the
P
.
C
.
button
,
a
black
hat
with
a
cockade
to
it
,
a
pink
striped
waistcoat
,
light
breeches
and
gaiters
,
and
a
variety
of
other
necessaries
,
too
numerous
to
recapitulate
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
that
suddenly
-
transformed
individual
,
as
he
took
his
seat
on
the
outside
of
the
Eatanswill
coach
next
morning
;
‘
I
wonder
whether
I
’
m
meant
to
be
a
footman
,
or
a
groom
,
or
a
gamekeeper
,
or
a
seedsman
.
I
looks
like
a
sort
of
compo
of
every
one
on
’
em
.
Never
mind
;
there
’
s
a
change
of
air
,
plenty
to
see
,
and
little
to
do
;
and
all
this
suits
my
complaint
uncommon
;
so
long
life
to
the
Pickvicks
,
says
I
!
’
