Mr. Alfred Jingle, without one spark of his old animation⁠—with nothing even of the dismal gaiety which he had assumed when Mr. Pickwick first stumbled on him in his misery⁠—bowed low without speaking, and, motioning to Job not to follow him just yet, crept slowly away.

“Curious scene this, is it not, Sam?” said Mr. Pickwick, looking good-humouredly round.

“Wery much so, Sir,” replied Sam. “Wonders ’ull never cease,” added Sam, speaking to himself. “I’m wery much mistaken if that ’ere Jingle worn’t a-doin somethin’ in the water-cart way!”