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‘
is
this
here
Mr
.
Bantam
’
s
,
old
feller
?
’
inquired
Sam
Weller
,
nothing
abashed
by
the
blaze
of
splendour
which
burst
upon
his
sight
in
the
person
of
the
powdered
-
headed
footman
with
the
gorgeous
livery
.
‘
Why
,
young
man
?
’
was
the
haughty
inquiry
of
the
powdered
-
headed
footman
.
‘
‘
Cos
if
it
is
,
jist
you
step
in
to
him
with
that
‘
ere
card
,
and
say
Mr
.
Veller
’
s
a
-
waitin
’
,
will
you
?
’
said
Sam
.
And
saying
it
,
he
very
coolly
walked
into
the
hall
,
and
sat
down
.
The
powdered
-
headed
footman
slammed
the
door
very
hard
,
and
scowled
very
grandly
;
but
both
the
slam
and
the
scowl
were
lost
upon
Sam
,
who
was
regarding
a
mahogany
umbrella
-
stand
with
every
outward
token
of
critical
approval
.
Apparently
his
master
’
s
reception
of
the
card
had
impressed
the
powdered
-
headed
footman
in
Sam
’
s
favour
,
for
when
he
came
back
from
delivering
it
,
he
smiled
in
a
friendly
manner
,
and
said
that
the
answer
would
be
ready
directly
.
‘
Wery
good
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Tell
the
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
not
to
put
himself
in
a
perspiration
.
No
hurry
,
six
-
foot
.
I
’
ve
had
my
dinner
.
’
‘
You
dine
early
,
sir
,
’
said
the
powdered
-
headed
footman
.
‘
I
find
I
gets
on
better
at
supper
when
I
does
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Have
you
been
long
in
Bath
,
sir
?
’
inquired
the
powdered
-
headed
footman
.
‘
I
have
not
had
the
pleasure
of
hearing
of
you
before
.
’
