remained a wondering listener during this short colloquy; every body knows vhat sort of a case his was, tho' it's always been my opinion, mind you, that the young 'ooman deserved scragging a precious sight more than he did. Hows'ever, that's neither here nor there. You want me to except of half a guinea. Werry well, I'm agreeable: I can't say no fairer than that, can I, sir? (Mr. Pickwick smiled.) Then the next question is, what the devil do you want with me, as the man said wen he see the ghost?"
"We want to know—" said Mr. Wardle.
"Now, my dear sir—my dear sir," interposed the busy little man.
Mr. Wardle shrugged his shoulders, and was silent.
"We want to know," said the little man, solemnly; "and we ask the question of you, in order that we may not awaken apprehensions inside—we want to know who you've got in this house, at present?"
"Who there is in the house!" said Sam, in whose mind the inmates were always represented by that particular article of their costume, which came under his immediate superintendence. "There's a wooden leg in number six; there's a pair of Hessians in thirteen; there's two pair of halves in the commercial; there's these here painted tops in the snuggery inside the bar; and five more tops in the coffee-room."
"Nothing more?" said the little man.
"Stop a bit," replied Sam, suddenly recollecting himself.
"Yes; there's a pair of Wellingtons a good deal worn, and a pair o' lady's shoes, in number five."
"What sort of shoes?" hastily inquired Wardle, who, together with Mr. Pickwick, had been lost in bewilderment at the singular catalogue of visitors.
"Country make," replied Sam.
"Any maker's name?"
"Brown."
"Where of?"
"Muggleton.
