“I wanted to have a little bit o’ conwersation with you, sir,” said Mr. Weller, “if you could spare me five minits or so, sir.”

“Certainly,” replied Mr. Pickwick. “Sam, give your father a chair.”

“Thank’ee, Samivel, I’ve got a cheer here,” said Mr. Weller, bringing one forward as he spoke; “uncommon fine day it’s been, sir,” added the old gentleman, laying his hat on the floor as he sat himself down.

“Remarkably so, indeed,” replied Mr. Pickwick. “Very seasonable.”