“You may sit down, Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick, apprehending that the interview was likely to prove rather longer than he had expected.

Sam bowed again and sat down; his father looking round, he continued⁠—

“The gov’nor, sir, has drawn out five hundred and thirty pound.”

“Reduced counsels,” interposed Mr. Weller, senior, in an undertone.

“It don’t much matter vether it’s reduced counsels, or wot not,” said Sam; “five hundred and thirty pounds is the sum, ain’t it?”

“All right, Samivel,” replied Mr. Weller.

“To vich sum, he has added for the house and bisness⁠—”