“What have you got to say to me?”

“I, Mr. Walker!”

“Don’t call me Valker; my name’s Veller; you know that vell enough. What have you got to say to me?”

“Bless you, Mr. Walker⁠—Weller, I mean⁠—a great many things, if you will come away somewhere, where we can talk comfortably. If you knew how I have looked for you, Mr. Weller⁠—”

“Wery hard, indeed, I s’pose?” said Sam drily.