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This
was
a
double
-
barrelled
compliment
.
It
implied
that
Mrs
.
Weller
was
a
most
agreeable
female
,
and
also
that
Mr
.
Stiggins
had
a
clerical
appearance
.
It
made
a
visible
impression
at
once
;
and
Sam
followed
up
his
advantage
by
kissing
his
mother
-
in
-
law
.
‘
Get
along
with
you
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Weller
,
pushing
him
away
.
‘
For
shame
,
young
man
!
’
said
the
gentleman
with
the
red
nose
.
‘
No
offence
,
sir
,
no
offence
,
’
replied
Sam
;
‘
you
’
re
wery
right
,
though
;
it
ain
’
t
the
right
sort
o
’
thing
,
ven
mothers
-
in
-
law
is
young
and
good
-
looking
,
is
it
,
Sir
?
’
‘
It
’
s
all
vanity
,
’
said
Mr
.
Stiggins
.
‘
Ah
,
so
it
is
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Weller
,
setting
her
cap
to
rights
.
Sam
thought
it
was
,
too
,
but
he
held
his
peace
.
The
deputy
-
shepherd
seemed
by
no
means
best
pleased
with
Sam
’
s
arrival
;
and
when
the
first
effervescence
of
the
compliment
had
subsided
,
even
Mrs
.
Weller
looked
as
if
she
could
have
spared
him
without
the
smallest
inconvenience
.
However
,
there
he
was
;
and
as
he
couldn
’
t
be
decently
turned
out
,
they
all
three
sat
down
to
tea
.
‘
And
how
’
s
father
?
’
said
Sam
.
At
this
inquiry
,
Mrs
.
Weller
raised
her
hands
,
and
turned
up
her
eyes
,
as
if
the
subject
were
too
painful
to
be
alluded
to
.
Mr
.
Stiggins
groaned
.
