“Not a bit on it, mum,” replied Sam.⁠—“Is it, shepherd?”

Mr. Stiggins raised his hands, and turned up his eyes, until the whites⁠—or rather the yellows⁠—were alone visible; but made no reply in words.

“Is this here gen’l’m’n troubled with any painful complaint?” said Sam, looking to his mother-in-law for explanation.

“The good man is grieved to see you here, Samuel,” replied Mrs. Weller.

“Oh, that’s it, is it?” said Sam. “I was afeerd, from his manner, that he might ha’ forgotten to take pepper vith that ’ere last cowcumber he eat. Set down, Sir, ve make no extra charge for settin’ down, as the king remarked wen he blowed up his ministers.”