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‘
And
now
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
consulting
a
large
double
-
faced
silver
watch
that
hung
at
the
end
of
the
copper
chain
.
‘
Now
it
’
s
time
I
was
up
at
the
office
to
get
my
vay
-
bill
and
see
the
coach
loaded
;
for
coaches
,
Sammy
,
is
like
guns
—
they
requires
to
be
loaded
with
wery
great
care
,
afore
they
go
off
.
’
At
this
parental
and
professional
joke
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
junior
,
smiled
a
filial
smile
.
His
revered
parent
continued
in
a
solemn
tone
—
‘
I
’
m
a
-
goin
’
to
leave
you
,
Samivel
,
my
boy
,
and
there
’
s
no
telling
ven
I
shall
see
you
again
.
Your
mother
-
in
-
law
may
ha
’
been
too
much
for
me
,
or
a
thousand
things
may
have
happened
by
the
time
you
next
hears
any
news
o
’
the
celebrated
Mr
.
Veller
o
’
the
Bell
Savage
.
The
family
name
depends
wery
much
upon
you
,
Samivel
,
and
I
hope
you
’
ll
do
wot
’
s
right
by
it
.
Upon
all
little
pints
o
’
breedin
’
,
I
know
I
may
trust
you
as
vell
as
if
it
was
my
own
self
.
So
I
’
ve
only
this
here
one
little
bit
of
adwice
to
give
you
.
If
ever
you
gets
to
up
’
ards
o
’
fifty
,
and
feels
disposed
to
go
a
-
marryin
’
anybody
—
no
matter
who
—
jist
you
shut
yourself
up
in
your
own
room
,
if
you
’
ve
got
one
,
and
pison
yourself
off
hand
.
Hangin
’
s
wulgar
,
so
don
’
t
you
have
nothin
’
to
say
to
that
.
Pison
yourself
,
Samivel
,
my
boy
,
pison
yourself
,
and
you
’
ll
be
glad
on
it
arterwards
.
’
With
these
affecting
words
,
Mr
.
Weller
looked
steadfastly
on
his
son
,
and
turning
slowly
upon
his
heel
,
disappeared
from
his
sight
.
In
the
contemplative
mood
which
these
words
had
awakened
,
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
walked
forth
from
the
Great
White
Horse
when
his
father
had
left
him
;
and
bending
his
steps
towards
St
.
Clement
’
s
Church
,
endeavoured
to
dissipate
his
melancholy
,
by
strolling
among
its
ancient
precincts
.
He
had
loitered
about
,
for
some
time
,
when
he
found
himself
in
a
retired
spot
—
a
kind
of
courtyard
of
venerable
appearance
—
which
he
discovered
had
no
other
outlet
than
the
turning
by
which
he
had
entered
.
He
was
about
retracing
his
steps
,
when
he
was
suddenly
transfixed
to
the
spot
by
a
sudden
appearance
;
and
the
mode
and
manner
of
this
appearance
,
we
now
proceed
to
relate
.
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
had
been
staring
up
at
the
old
brick
houses
now
and
then
,
in
his
deep
abstraction
,
bestowing
a
wink
upon
some
healthy
-
looking
servant
girl
as
she
drew
up
a
blind
,
or
threw
open
a
bedroom
window
,
when
the
green
gate
of
a
garden
at
the
bottom
of
the
yard
opened
,
and
a
man
having
emerged
therefrom
,
closed
the
green
gate
very
carefully
after
him
,
and
walked
briskly
towards
the
very
spot
where
Mr
.
Weller
was
standing
.
Now
,
taking
this
,
as
an
isolated
fact
,
unaccompanied
by
any
attendant
circumstances
,
there
was
nothing
very
extraordinary
in
it
;
because
in
many
parts
of
the
world
men
do
come
out
of
gardens
,
close
green
gates
after
them
,
and
even
walk
briskly
away
,
without
attracting
any
particular
share
of
public
observation
.
It
is
clear
,
therefore
,
that
there
must
have
been
something
in
the
man
,
or
in
his
manner
,
or
both
,
to
attract
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
particular
notice
.
Whether
there
was
,
or
not
,
we
must
leave
the
reader
to
determine
,
when
we
have
faithfully
recorded
the
behaviour
of
the
individual
in
question
.
When
the
man
had
shut
the
green
gate
after
him
,
he
walked
,
as
we
have
said
twice
already
,
with
a
brisk
pace
up
the
courtyard
;
but
he
no
sooner
caught
sight
of
Mr
.
Weller
than
he
faltered
,
and
stopped
,
as
if
uncertain
,
for
the
moment
,
what
course
to
adopt
.
As
the
green
gate
was
closed
behind
him
,
and
there
was
no
other
outlet
but
the
one
in
front
,
however
,
he
was
not
long
in
perceiving
that
he
must
pass
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
to
get
away
.
He
therefore
resumed
his
brisk
pace
,
and
advanced
,
staring
straight
before
him
.
The
most
extraordinary
thing
about
the
man
was
,
that
he
was
contorting
his
face
into
the
most
fearful
and
astonishing
grimaces
that
ever
were
beheld
.
Nature
’
s
handiwork
never
was
disguised
with
such
extraordinary
artificial
carving
,
as
the
man
had
overlaid
his
countenance
with
in
one
moment
.
‘
Well
!
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
to
himself
,
as
the
man
approached
.
‘
This
is
wery
odd
.
I
could
ha
’
swore
it
was
him
.
’
