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Mary might have been conscious that slie had communicated this last intelligence with more warmth than seemed actually necessary, or she might have observed the good-humoured smile with which IVIr. Pickwick regarded her when she had finished speaking. She certainly held down her head, and examined the corner of a very smart little apron with more closeness than there appeared any absolute occasion for.
" Tell them they can come up at once, by all means/' said Mr. Pick- wick.
Mary, apparently much relieved, hurried away with her message.
Mr. Pickwick took two or three turns up and down the room ; and, rubbing his chin with his left hand as he did so, appeared lost in thought.
" Well, well," said Mr. Pickwick at length, in a kind but somewhat melancholy tone, *' it is the best way in which I could reward him for his attachment and fidelity ; let it be so, in Heaven's name. It is the fate of a lonely old man, that those about him should form new and different attachments and leave him. I have no right to expect that it should be otherwise with me. No, no," added Mr. Pickwick more cheerfully, " it would be selfish and ungrateful. I ought to be happy to have an opportunity of providing for him so well. 1 am — of course lam."
Mr. Pickwick had been so absorbed in these reflections, that a knock at the door was three or four times repeated before he heard it. Hastily seating himself, and calling up his accustomed pleasant looks, he gave the required permission, and Sam Weller entered, followed by his father.
'* Glad to see you back again, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick. " How do you do, Mr. Weller ? "
" Wery hearty, thankee Sir," replied the widower; *^hope I see you well. Sir."
" Quite, I thank you," replied Mr. Pickwick.
" I wanted to have a little bit o' conwersation with you. Sir," said Mr. Weller, if you could spare me five minits or so, Sir."
" Certainly," replied Mr. Pickwick. ^' Sam, give your father a chair."
'^Thankee, Samivel, I've got a cheer here," said Mr. Weller, bringing one forward as he spoke ; '^ uncommon fine day it's been. Sir," added the old gentleman, laying his hat on the floor as he set himself down.
"Remarkably so indeed," replied Mr. Pickwick. "Very season- able."
" Seasonablest veather I ever see, Sir," rejoined JMr. Weller. Here the old gentleman was seized with a violent fit of coughing, which being terminated, he nodded his head, and winked, and made several suppli- catory and threatening gestures to his son, all of which Sam Weller steadily abstained from seeing.
Mr. Pickwick, perceiving that there was some embarrassment on the old gentleman's part, affected to be engaged in cutting the leaves of a book that lay beside him ; and waited patiently until Mr. Weller should arrive at the object of his visit.
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