How the Pickwickians made and cultivated the acquaintance of a couple of nice young men belonging to one of the liberal professions; how they disported themselves on the ice; and how their visit came to a conclusion.
“Well, Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick, as that favoured servitor entered his bedchamber, with his warm water, on the morning of Christmas Day, “still frosty?”
“Water in the wash-hand basin’s a mask o’ ice, Sir,” responded Sam.
“Severe weather, Sam,” observed Mr. Pickwick.
“Fine time for them as is well wropped up, as the Polar bear said to himself, ven he was practising his skating,” replied Mr. Weller.