“Yes, you’d better,” replied Sam, with a very meaning look, “or else I shall perhaps be askin’ arter you, at the other side of the green gate, and then I might cut you out, you know.”

“I shall be sure to be with you, sir,” said Mr. Trotter; and wringing Sam’s hand with the utmost fervour, he walked away.

“Take care, Job Trotter, take care,” said Sam, looking after him, “or I shall be one too many for you this time. I shall, indeed.” Having uttered this soliloquy, and looked after Job till he was to be seen no more, Mr. Weller made the best of his way to his master’s bedroom.

“It’s all in training, Sir,” said Sam.

“What’s in training, Sam?” inquired Mr. Pickwick.