"Order dinner, sir," interposed Mr. Weller. "It's wery late, sir."
"Ah, so it is," said Mr. Pickwick, looking at his watch. "You are right, Sam."
"And if I might adwise, sir," added Mr. Weller, "I'd just have a good night's rest arterwards, and not begin inquiring arter this here deep 'un 'till the mornin'. There's nothin' so refreshin' as sleep, sir, as the servant-girl said afore she drank the egg-cupful o' laudanum."
"I think you are right, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick. "But I must first ascertain that he is in the house, and not likely to go away."
"Leave that to me, sir," said Sam. "Let me order you a snug little dinner, and make any inquiries below while it's a getting ready; I could worm ev'ry secret out o' the boots's heart, in five minutes, sir."
"Do so," said Mr. Pickwick: and Mr. Weller at once retired.
In half an hour, Mr. Pickwick was seated at a very satisfactory dinner; and in three-quarters Mr. Weller returned with the intelligence that Mr. Charles Fitz-Marshall had ordered his private room to be retained for him, until further notice. He was going to spend the evening at some private house in the neighbourhood, had ordered the boots to sit up until his return, and had taken his servant with him.
"Now, sir," argued Mr. Weller, when he had concluded his report, "if I can get a talk with this here servant in the mornin', he'll tell me all his master's concerns."
"How do you know that?" interposed Mr. Pickwick.
"Bless your heart, sir, servants always do," replied Mr. Weller.
"Oh, ah, I forgot that," said Mr. Pickwick. "Well."
"Then you can arrange what's best to be done, sir, and we can act according."
As it appeared that this was the best arrangement that could be made, it was finally agreed upon. Mr. Weller, by
