“You are a very good fellow,” said Mr. Pickwick, much affected; “an honest fellow.”

“Come, come,” interposed Sam, who had witnessed Mr. Trotter’s tears with considerable impatience, “blow this ’ere water-cart bis’ness. It won’t do no good, this won’t.”

“Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick reproachfully. “I am sorry to find that you have so little respect for this young man’s feelings.”