“Lease, good-vill, stock, and fixters,” interposed Mr. Weller.

“As much as makes it,” continued Sam, “altogether, eleven hundred and eighty pound.”

“Indeed!” said Mr. Pickwick. “I am delighted to hear it. I congratulate you, Mr. Weller, on having done so well.”

“Vait a minit, Sir,” said Mr. Weller, raising his hand in a deprecatory manner. “Get on, Samivel.”