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‘
A
quarter
to
two
,
’
said
Pell
,
looking
at
the
parlour
clock
.
‘
If
we
are
with
Mr
.
Flasher
at
a
quarter
past
,
we
shall
just
hit
the
best
time
.
’
‘
What
should
you
say
to
a
drop
o
’
beer
,
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
?
’
suggested
the
mottled
-
faced
man
.
‘
And
a
little
bit
o
’
cold
beef
,
’
said
the
second
coachman
.
‘
Or
a
oyster
,
’
added
the
third
,
who
was
a
hoarse
gentleman
,
supported
by
very
round
legs
.
‘
Hear
,
hear
!
’
said
Pell
;
‘
to
congratulate
Mr
.
Weller
,
on
his
coming
into
possession
of
his
property
,
eh
?
Ha
!
ha
!
’
‘
I
’
m
quite
agreeable
,
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
,
’
answered
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Sammy
,
pull
the
bell
.
’
Sammy
complied
;
and
the
porter
,
cold
beef
,
and
oysters
being
promptly
produced
,
the
lunch
was
done
ample
justice
to
.
Where
everybody
took
so
active
a
part
,
it
is
almost
invidious
to
make
a
distinction
;
but
if
one
individual
evinced
greater
powers
than
another
,
it
was
the
coachman
with
the
hoarse
voice
,
who
took
an
imperial
pint
of
vinegar
with
his
oysters
,
without
betraying
the
least
emotion
.
‘
Mr
.
Pell
,
Sir
,
’
said
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
,
stirring
a
glass
of
brandy
-
and
-
water
,
of
which
one
was
placed
before
every
gentleman
when
the
oyster
shells
were
removed
—
‘
Mr
.
Pell
,
Sir
,
it
wos
my
intention
to
have
proposed
the
funs
on
this
occasion
,
but
Samivel
has
vispered
to
me
—
’
Here
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
,
who
had
silently
eaten
his
oysters
with
tranquil
smiles
,
cried
,
‘
Hear
!
’
in
a
very
loud
voice
.
—
‘
Has
vispered
to
me
,
’
resumed
his
father
,
‘
that
it
vould
be
better
to
dewote
the
liquor
to
vishin
’
you
success
and
prosperity
,
and
thankin
’
you
for
the
manner
in
which
you
’
ve
brought
this
here
business
through
.
Here
’
s
your
health
,
sir
.
’
