see you, indeed, and hope our acquaintance may be a long 'un, as the gen'lm'n said to the fi' pun' note."
When this ceremony of introduction had been gone through, the cook and Mary retired into the back kitchen to titter, for ten minutes; then returning, all giggles and blushes, they sat down to dinner.
Mr. Weller's easy manners and conversational powers had such irresistible influence with his new friends, that before the dinner was half over, they were on footing of perfect intimacy, and in possession of a full account of the delinquency of Job Trotter.
"I never could a-bear that Job," said Mary.
"No more you never ought to, my dear," replied Mr. Weller.
"Why not?" inquired Mary.
"Cos ugliness and svindlin' never ought to be formiliar vith elegance and wirtew," replied Mr. Weller. "Ought they, Mr. Muzzle?"
"Not by no means," replied that gentleman.
Here Mary laughed, and said the cook had made her; and the cook laughed, and said she hadn't.
"I han't got a glass," said Mary.
"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy."
"For shame, Mr. Weller!" said Mary.
"What 's a shame, my dear?"
"Talkin' in that way."
"Nonsense; it ain't no harm. It's natur; ain't it, cook?"
"Don't ask me imperence," replied the cook in a high state of delight and hereupon the cook and Mary laughed again, till what between the beer, and the cold meat, and the laughter combined, the latter young lady was brought to the verge of choking—an alarming crisis from which she was only recovered by sundry pats on the back, and other necessary attentions, most delicately administered by Mr. Samuel Weller.
In the midst of all this jolity and conviviality, a loud ring was heard at the garden-gate: to which the young gentleman
