Mrs. Cluppins was a little brisk, busy-looking woman; Mrs. Sanders was a big, fat, heavy-faced personage; and the two were the company.
Mrs. Bardell felt it proper to be agitated; and as none of the three exactly knew whether, under existing circumstances, any communication, otherwise than through Dodson and Fogg, ought to be held with Mr. Pickwick's servant, they were all rather taken by surprise. In this state of indecision, obviously the first thing to be done, was to thump the boy for finding Mr. Weller at the door. So his mother thumped him, and he cried melodiously.
"Hold your noise—do—you naughty creetur!" said Mrs. Bardell.
"Yes; don't worrit your poor mother," said Mrs. Sanders.
"She's quite enough to worrit her, as it is, without you, Tommy," said Mrs. Cluppins, with sympathising resignation.
"Ah! worse luck, poor lamb!" said Mrs. Sanders.
At all which moral reflections, Master Bardell howled the louder.
"Now, what shall I do?" said Mrs. Bardell to Mrs. Cluppins.
"I think you ought to see him," replied Mrs. Cluppins. "But on no account without a witness."
"I think two witnesses would be more lawful," said Mrs. Sanders, who, like the other friend, was bursting with curiosity.
"Perhaps he'd better come in here," said Mrs. Bardell.
"To be sure," replied Mrs. Cluppins, eagerly catching at the idea; "Walk in, young man; and shut the street door first, please.
Mr. Weller immediately took the hint; and presenting himself in the parlour, explained his business to Mrs. Bardell thus:
"Werry sorry to 'casion any personal inconwenience, ma'am, as the house-breaker said to the old lady when he put her on the fire; but as me and my governor's only jest come to
