“Rum feller, the hemperor,” said Mr. Weller, as he walked slowly up the street. “Think o’ his makin’ up to that ’ere Mrs. Bardell⁠—vith a little boy, too! Always the vay vith these here old ’uns howsoever, as is such steady goers to look at. I didn’t think he’d ha’ done it, though⁠—I didn’t think he’d ha’ done it!” Moralising in this strain, Mr. Samuel Weller bent his steps towards the booking-office.