“P’raps, now and then, there’s some honest people as likes it,” observed Mr. Weller, in a ruminative tone, “but I never heerd o’ one as I can call to mind, ’cept the little dirty-faced man in the brown coat; and that was force of habit.”

“And who was he?” inquired Mr. Pickwick.

“Wy, that’s just the wery point as nobody never know’d,” replied Sam.

“But what did he do?”

“Wy, he did wot many men as has been much better know’d has done in their time, Sir,” replied Sam, “he run a match agin the constable, and vun it.”

“In other words, I suppose,” said Mr. Pickwick, “he got into debt.”