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第110章

"Second court on the right hand side--last house but vun on the same side the vay--take the box as stands in the first fire-place, 'cos there an't no leg in the middle o' the table, wich all the others has, and it's wery inconvenient."Mr.Pickwick observed his valet's directions implicitly, and bidding Sam follow him, entered the tavern he had pointed out, where the hot water and brandy was speedily placed before him; while Mr.Weller, seated at a respectful distance, though at the same table with his master, was accommodated with a pint of porter.

The room was one of a very homely description, and was apparently under the especial patronage of stage coachmen: for several gentlemen, who had all the appearance of belonging to that learned profession, were drinking and smoking in the different boxes.Among the number was one stout, redfaced, elderly man in particular, seated in an opposite box, who attracted Mr.

Pickwick's attention.The stout man was smoking with great vehemence, but between every half-dozen puffs, he took his pipe from his mouth, and looked first at Mr.Weller and then at Mr.Pickwick.Then, he would bury in a quart pot, as much of his countenance as the dimensions of the quart pot admitted of its receiving, and take another look at Sam and Mr.Pickwick.

Then he would take another half-dozen puffs with an air of profound meditation and look at them again.At last the stout man, putting up his legs on the seat, and leaning his back against the wall, began to puff at his pipe without leaving off at all, and to stare through the smoke at the new-comers, as if he had made up his mind to see the most he could of them.

At first the evolutions of the stout man had escaped Mr.Weller's observation, but by degrees, as he saw Mr.Pickwick's eyes every now and then turning towards him, he began to gaze in the same direction, at the same time shading his eyes with his hand, as if he partially recognised the object before him, and wished to make quite sure of its identity.His doubts were speedily dispelled, however; for the stout man having blown a thick cloud from his pipe, a hoarse voice, like some strange effort of ventriloqui**, emerged from beneath the capacious shawls which muffled his throat and chest, and slowly uttered these sounds--"Wy, Sammy!""Who's that, Sam?" inquired Mr.Pickwick.

"Why, I wouldn't ha' believed it, sir," replied Mr.Weller with astonished eyes."It's the old 'un.""Old one," said Mr.Pickwick."What old one?""My father, sir," replied Mr.Weller."How are you, my ancient?" With which beautiful ebullition of filial affection, Mr.Weller made room on the seat beside him, for the stout man, who advanced pipe in mouth and pot in hand, to greet him.

"Wy, Sammy," said the father, "I han't seen you, for two year and better.""Nor more you have, old codger," replied the son."How's mother-in-law?""Wy, I'll tell you what, Sammy," said Mr.Weller, senior, with much solemnity in his manner; "there never was a nicer woman as a widder, than that 'ere second wentur o' mine--a sweet creetur she was, Sammy; all Ican say on her now, is, that she was such an uncommon pleasant widder, it's a great pity she ever changed her con-dition.She don't act as a vife, Sammy.""Don't she, though?" inquired Mr.Weller junior.

The elder Mr.Weller shook his head, as he replied with a sigh, "I've done it once too often, Sammy; I've done it once too often.Take example by your father, my boy, and be wery careful o' widders all your life, specially if they've kept a public-house, Sammy." Having delivered this parental advice with great pathos, Mr.Weller senior re-filled his pipe from a tin box he carried in his pocket, and, lighting his fresh pipe from the ashes of the old one, commenced smoking at a great rate.

"Beg your pardon, sir," he said, renewing the subject, and addressing Mr.Pickwick, after a considerable pause, "nothin' personal, I hope, sir;I hope you han't got a widder, sir."

"Not I," replied Mr.Pickwick, laughing; and while Mr.Pickwick laughed, Sam Weller informed his parent in a whisper, of the relation in which he stood towards that gentleman.

"Beg your pardon, sir," said Mr.Weller, senior, taking off his hat, "I hope you've no fault to find with Sammy, sir?""None whatever," said Mr.Pickwick.

"Wery glad to hear it, sir," replied the old man; "I took a good deal o' pains with his eddication, sir; let him run in the streets when he was wery young, and shift for his-self.It's the only way to make a boy sharp, sir.""Rather a dangerous process, I should imagine," said Mr.Pickwick, with a smile.

"And not a wery sure one, neither," added Mr.Weller; "I got reg'larly done the other day.""No!" said his father.

"I did," said the son; and he proceeded to relate, in as few words as possible, how he had fallen a ready dupe to the stratagems of Job Trotter.

Mr.Weller senior listened to the tale with the most profound attention, and, at its termination, said:

"Worn't one o' these chaps slim and tall, with long hair, and the gift o' the gab wery gallopin'?"Mr.Pickwick did not quite understand the last item of description, but, comprehending the first, said, "Yes" at a venture.

"T'other's a black-haired chap in mulberry livery, with a wery large head?""Yes, yes, he is," said Mr.Pickwick and Sam, with great earnestness.

"Then I know where they are, and that's all about it," said Mr.Weller;"they're at Ipswich, safe enough, them two.""No!" said Mr.Pickwick.

"Fact," said Mr.Weller, "and I'll tell you how I know it.I work an Ipswich coach now and then for a friend o' mine.I worked down the wery day arter the night as you caught the rheumatiz, and at the Black Boy at Chelmsford--the wery place they'd come to--I took 'em up, right through to Ipswich, where the man servant--him in the mulberries--told me they was a goin' to put up for a long time.""I'll follow him," said Mr.Pickwick; "we may as well see Ipswich as any other place.I'll follow him.""You're quite certain it was them, governor?" inquired Mr.Weller, junior.

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