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Scoffer!" exclaimed Mrs. Weller.
- ' Beniirhted man !" said tlie reverend Mr. StijrJiins.
" If I don't get no better light than that 'ere moonshine o' yoiir'n^ my vorthy creetur," said the elder Mr. Weller, " it's wery likely as I shall continey to be a night coach till I'm took off the road alto- gether. Now, Mrs. We, if the piebald stands at livery much longer, he'll stand at nothin' as ve go back, and p'raps that 'ere liarm cheer nil be tipped over into some hedge or another, vith the shepherd in it."
At this supposition the reverend Mr. Stiggins, in evident conster- nation, gathered up his hat and umbrella, and proposed an immediate departure, to which Mrs, Weller assented. Sam walked with them to the lodge-gate, and took a dutiful leave.
" A-do, Samivel," said the old gentleman.
'^ Wot's a-do?" enquired Sam.
"Veil, good bye, then," said the old gentleman.
- ' Oh, that's wot you're a' aimin' at, is it?" said Sam. '^ Good bye,
old double-vicket."
" Sammy," whispered Mr. Weller, looking cautiously round ; " my duty to )^our gov'ner, and tell him if he thinks better o' this here bis'- ness, to com-moonicate vith me. Me and a cab'net-maker has dewised a plan for gcttin' him out. A pianner, Samivel — a pianner!" said Mr. Weller, striking his son on the chest with the back of his hand, and falling back a step or two.
Wot do you mean } " said Sam.
" A pianner forty, Samivel," rejoined Mr. Weller, in a still more mysterious manner, " as he can have on hire; vun as von't play, Sammy."
'^ And wot 'ud be the good o' that ?" said Sam.
" Let him send to my friend, the cab'net-maker, to fetch it back, Sammy," replied Mr. Weller. " Are you avake, now ? "
No," rejoined Sam.
'"' There ain't no vurks in it," whispered his father. " It 'nil hold hold him easy, vith his hat and shoes on ; and breathe through the legs, vich his holler. Have a passage ready taken for 'Merriker. The 'IVIerrikin' gov'ment vill never give him up, ven vunce they finds as he's got money to spend, Sammy. Let the gov'ner stop there till Mrs. Bardell's dead, or Mr. Dodson and Fogg's hung, vich last ewent I think is the most likely to happen first, Sammy ; and then let him come back and write a book about the 'Merrikins as'll pay all his expenses and more, if he blows 'em up enough."
Mr. Weller delivered this hurried abstract of his plot with groat vehemence of whisper, and then, as if fearful of weakening the effect of the tremendous communication by any further dialogue, gave the coachman's salute, and vanished.
Sam had scarcely recovered his usual composure of countenance, which had been greatly disturbed by the secret communication of his respected relative, when Mr. Pickwick accosted him.
" Sam," said that gentleman.
" Sir," replied Mr. Weller.
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