"The good man is grieved to see you here, Samuel," replied Mrs. Weller.
"Oh, that's it, is it?" said Sam. "I was afeerd, from his manner, that he might ha' forgotten to take pepper vith that 'ere last cowcumber he eat. Set down, sir; ve make no extra charge for the settin' down, as the king remarked wen he blowed up his ministers."
"Young man," said Mr. Stiggins, ostentatiously, "I fear you are not softened by imprisonment."
"Beg your pardon, sir," replied Sam; "wot wos you graciously pleased to hobserve?"
"I apprehend, young man, that your nature is no softer for this chastening," said Mr. Stiggins, in a loud voice.
"Sir," replied Sam, "you're wery kind to say so. I hope my natur is not a soft vun, sir. Wery much obliged to you for your good opinion, sir."
At this point of the conversation, a sound, indecorously approaching to a laugh, was heard to proceed from the chair in which the elder Mr. Weller was seated; upon which Mrs. Weller, on a hasty consideration of all the circumstances of the case, considered it her bounden duty to become gradually hysterical.
"Weller," said Mrs. W. (the old gentleman was seated in a corner); "Weller! Come forth."
"Wery much obleeged to you, my dear," replied Mr. Weller; "but I'm quite comfortable vere I am."
Upon this, Mrs. Weller burst into tears.
"Wot's gone wrong, mum?" said Sam.
"Oh, Samuel!" replied Mrs. Weller, "your father makes me wretched. Will nothing do him good?"
"Do you hear this here?" said Sam. "Lady wants to know vether nothin' 'ull do you good."
"Wery much indebted to Mrs. Weller for her po-lite inquiries, Sammy," replied the old gentleman. "I think a pipe vould benefit me a good deal. Could I be accommodated, Sammy?"
