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Weller
,
’
said
Serjeant
Buzfuz
,
folding
his
arms
emphatically
,
and
turning
half
-
round
to
the
jury
,
as
if
in
mute
assurance
that
he
would
bother
the
witness
yet
—
‘
do
you
mean
to
tell
me
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
that
you
saw
nothing
of
this
fainting
on
the
part
of
the
plaintiff
in
the
arms
of
the
defendant
,
which
you
have
heard
described
by
the
witnesses
?
’
‘
Certainly
not
,
’
replied
Sam
;
‘
I
was
in
the
passage
till
they
called
me
up
,
and
then
the
old
lady
was
not
there
.
’
‘
Now
,
attend
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
Serjeant
Buzfuz
,
dipping
a
large
pen
into
the
inkstand
before
him
,
for
the
purpose
of
frightening
Sam
with
a
show
of
taking
down
his
answer
.
‘
You
were
in
the
passage
,
and
yet
saw
nothing
of
what
was
going
forward
.
Have
you
a
pair
of
eyes
,
Mr
.
Weller
?
’
‘
Yes
,
I
have
a
pair
of
eyes
,
’
replied
Sam
,
‘
and
that
’
s
just
it
.
If
they
wos
a
pair
o
’
patent
double
million
magnifyin
’
gas
microscopes
of
hextra
power
,
p
’
raps
I
might
be
able
to
see
through
a
flight
o
’
stairs
and
a
deal
door
;
but
bein
’
only
eyes
,
you
see
,
my
wision
‘
s
limited
.
’
At
this
answer
,
which
was
delivered
without
the
slightest
appearance
of
irritation
,
and
with
the
most
complete
simplicity
and
equanimity
of
manner
,
the
spectators
tittered
,
the
little
judge
smiled
,
and
Serjeant
Buzfuz
looked
particularly
foolish
.
After
a
short
consultation
with
Dodson
&
Fogg
,
the
learned
Serjeant
again
turned
towards
Sam
,
and
said
,
with
a
painful
effort
to
conceal
his
vexation
,
‘
Now
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
I
’
ll
ask
you
a
question
on
another
point
,
if
you
please
.
’
‘
If
you
please
,
Sir
,
’
rejoined
Sam
,
with
the
utmost
good
-
humour
.
‘
Do
you
remember
going
up
to
Mrs
.
Bardell
’
s
house
,
one
night
in
November
last
?
’
‘
Oh
,
yes
,
wery
well
.
’
‘
Oh
,
you
do
remember
that
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
Serjeant
Buzfuz
,
recovering
his
spirits
;
‘
I
thought
we
should
get
at
something
at
last
.
’
‘
I
rayther
thought
that
,
too
,
sir
,
’
replied
Sam
;
and
at
this
the
spectators
tittered
again
.
‘
Well
;
I
suppose
you
went
up
to
have
a
little
talk
about
this
trial
—
eh
,
Mr
.
Weller
?
’
said
Serjeant
Buzfuz
,
looking
knowingly
at
the
jury
.
