her eyes to Sam's face, with no very gratified expression of countenance.
"I rayther think he is," said the imperturbable Sam; "and I hope this here reverend gen'lm'n 'll excuse me saying that I wish I was the Weller as owns you, mother-in-law."
This was a double-barrelled compliment. It implied that Mrs. Weller was a most agreeable female, and also that Mr. Stiggins had a clerical appearance. It made a visible impression at once; and Sam followed up his advantage by kissing his mother-in-law.
"Get along with you!" said Mrs. Weller, pushing him away.
"For shame, young man!" said the gentleman with the red nose.
"No offence, sir, no offence," replied Sam; "you're wery right, though; it ain't the right sort o' thing, wen mothersin-law is young and good looking, is it, sir?"
"It's all vanity," said Mr. Stiggins.
"Ah, so it is," said Mrs. Weller, setting her cap to rights.
Sam thought it was, too, but he held his peace.
The deputy shepherd seemed by no means best pleased with Sam's arrival; and when the first effervescence of the compliment had subsided, even Mrs. Weller looked as if she could have spared him without the smallest inconvenience. However, there he was; and as he couldn't be decently turned out, they all three sat down to tea.
"And how's father?" said Sam.
At this inquiry, Mrs. Weller raised her hands, and turned up her eyes, as if the subject were too painful to be alluded to.
Mr. Stiggins groaned.
"What's the matter with that 'ere gen'lm'n?" inquired Sam.
"He's shocked at the way your father goes on in," replied Mrs. Weller.
"Oh, he is, is he?" said Sam.
