“Yes, yes,” replied Mr. Winkle, with a ghastly smile. “I’m coming.”

“Just a-goin’ to begin,” said Sam, endeavouring to disengage himself. “Now, Sir, start off!”

“Stop an instant, Sam,” gasped Mr. Winkle, clinging most affectionately to Mr. Weller. “I find I’ve got a couple of coats at home that I don’t want, Sam. You may have them, Sam.”

“Thank’ee, Sir,” replied Mr. Weller.

“Never mind touching your hat, Sam,” said Mr. Winkle hastily. “You needn’t take your hand away to do that. I meant to have given you five shillings this morning for a Christmas box, Sam. I’ll give it you this afternoon, Sam.”