IN WHICH Mr. SAMUEL WELLER BEGINS TO DEVOTE HIS ENERGIES TO THE RETURN MATCH BETWEEN HIMSELF AND Mr. TROTTERn a small room in the vicinity of the stableyard, betimes in themorning, which was ushered1 in by Mr. Pickwick’s adventurewith the middle-aged2 lady in the yellow curl-papers, sat Mr.
Weller, senior, preparing himself for his journey to London. Hewas sitting in an excellent attitude for having his portrait taken;and here it is.
It is very possible that at some earlier period of his career, Mr.
Weller’s profile might have presented a bold and determinedoutline. His face, however, had expanded under the influence ofgood living, and a disposition3 remarkable4 for resignation; and itsbold, fleshy curves had so far extended beyond the limitsoriginally assigned them, that unless you took a full view of hiscountenance in front, it was difficult to distinguish more than theextreme tip of a very rubicund6 nose. His chin, from the samecause, had acquired the grave and imposing7 form which isgenerally described by prefixing the word ‘double’ to thatexpressive feature; and his complexion8 exhibited that peculiarlymottled combination of colours which is only to be seen ingentlemen of his profession, and in underdone roast beef. Roundhis neck he wore a crimson9 travelling-shawl, which merged10 intohis chin by such imperceptible gradations, that it was difficult todistinguish the folds of the one, from the folds of the other. Overthis, he mounted a long waistcoat of a broad pink-striped pattern,and over that again, a wide-skirted green coat, ornamented11 withlarge brass12 buttons, whereof the two which garnished13 the waist,were so far apart, that no man had ever beheld14 them both at thesame time. His hair, which was short, sleek15, and black, was justvisible beneath the capacious brim of a low-crowned brown hat.
His legs were encased in knee-cord breeches, and painted top-boots; and a copper16 watch-chain, terminating in one seal, and akey of the same material, dangled17 loosely from his capaciouswaistband.
We have said that Mr. Weller was engaged in preparing for hisjourney to London―he was taking sustenance18, in fact. On thetable before him, stood a pot of ale, a cold round of beef, and avery respectable-looking loaf, to each of which he distributed hisfavours in turn, with the most rigid19 impartiality20. He had just cut amighty slice from the latter, when the footsteps of somebodyentering the room, caused him to raise his head; and he beheld hisson.
‘Mornin’, Sammy!’ said the father.
The son walked up to the pot of ale, and nodding significantlyto his parent, took a long draught21 by way of reply.
‘Wery good power o’ suction, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller theelder, looking into the pot, when his first-born had set it down halfempty. ‘You’d ha’ made an uncommon22 fine oyster23, Sammy, ifyou’d been born in that station o’ life.’
‘Yes, I des-say, I should ha’ managed to pick up a respectablelivin’,’ replied Sam applying himself to the cold beef, withconsiderable vigour24.
‘I’m wery sorry, Sammy,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, shaking upthe ale, by describing small circles with the pot, preparatory todrinking. ‘I’m wery sorry, Sammy, to hear from your lips, as youlet yourself be gammoned by that ’ere mulberry man. I alwaysthought, up to three days ago, that the names of Veller andgammon could never come into contract, Sammy, never.’
‘Always exceptin’ the case of a widder, of course,’ said Sam.
‘Widders, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, slightly changing colour.
‘Widders are ’ceptions to ev’ry rule. I have heerd how manyordinary women one widder’s equal to in pint25 o’ comin’ over you. Ithink it’s five-and-twenty, but I don’t rightly know vether it ain’tmore.’
‘Well; that’s pretty well,’ said Sam.
‘Besides,’ continued Mr. Weller, not noticing the interruption,‘that’s a wery different thing. You know what the counsel said,Sammy, as defended the gen’l’m’n as beat his wife with the poker,venever he got jolly. “And arter all, my Lord,” says he, “it’s aamiable weakness.” So I says respectin’ widders, Sammy, and soyou’ll say, ven you gets as old as me.’
‘I ought to ha’ know’d better, I know,’ said Sam.
‘Ought to ha’ know’d better!’ repeated Mr. Weller, striking thetable with his fist. ‘Ought to ha’ know’d better! why, I know ayoung ’un as hasn’t had half nor quarter your eddication―ashasn’t slept about the markets, no, not six months―who’d ha’
scorned to be let in, in such a vay; scorned it, Sammy.’ In theexcitement of feeling produced by this agonising reflection, Mr.
Weller rang the bell, and ordered an additional pint of ale.
‘Well, it’s no use talking about it now,’ said Sam. ‘It’s over, andcan’t be helped, and that’s one consolation27, as they always says inTurkey, ven they cuts the wrong man’s head off. It’s my inningsnow, gov’nor, and as soon as I catches hold o’ this ’ere Trotter, I’llhave a good ’un .’
‘I hope you will, Sammy. I hope you will,’ returned Mr. Weller.
‘Here’s your health, Sammy, and may you speedily vipe off thedisgrace as you’ve inflicted28 on the family name.’ In honour of thistoast Mr. Weller imbibed29 at a draught, at least two-thirds of anewly-arrived pint, and handed it over to his son, to dispose of theremainder, which he instantaneously did.
‘And now, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, consulting a large double-faced silver watch that hung at the end of the copper chain. ‘Nowit’s time I was up at the office to get my vay-bill and see the coachloaded; for coaches, Sammy, is like guns―they requires to beloaded with wery great care, afore they go off.’
At this parental30 and professional joke, Mr. Weller, junior,smiled a filial smile. His revered31 parent continued in a solemntone―‘I’m a-goin’ to leave you, Samivel, my boy, and there’s no tellingven I shall see you again. Your mother-in-law may ha’ been toomuch for me, or a thousand things may have happened by thetime you next hears any news o’ the celebrated32 Mr. Veller o’ theBell Savage33. The family name depends wery much upon you,Samivel, and I hope you’ll do wot’s right by it. Upon all little pintso’ breedin’, I know I may trust you as vell as if it was my own self.
So I’ve only this here one little bit of adwice to give you. If everyou gets to up’ards o’ fifty, and feels disposed to go a-marryin’
anybody―no matter who―jist you shut yourself up in your ownroom, if you’ve got one, and pison yourself off hand. Hangin’swulgar, so don’t you have nothin’ to say to that. Pison yourself,Samivel, my boy, pison yourself, and you’ll be glad on itarterwards.’ With these affecting words, Mr. Weller lookedsteadfastly on his son, and turning slowly upon his heel,disappeared from his sight.
In the contemplative mood which these words had awakened,Mr. Samuel Weller walked forth34 from the Great White Horse whenhis father had left him; and bending his steps towards St.
Clement’s Church, endeavoured to dissipate his melancholy35, bystrolling among its ancient precincts. He had loitered about, forsome time, when he found himself in a retired36 spot―a kind ofcourtyard of venerable appearance―which he discovered had noother outlet37 than the turning by which he had entered. He wasabout retracing38 his steps, when he was suddenly transfixed to thespot by a sudden appearance; and the mode and manner of thisappearance, we now proceed to relate.
Mr. Samuel Weller had been staring up at the old brick housesnow and then, in his deep abstraction, bestowing39 a wink40 uponsome healthy-looking servant girl as she drew up a blind, or threwopen a bedroom window, when the green gate of a garden at thebottom of the yard opened, and a man having emerged therefrom,closed the green gate very carefully after him, and walked brisklytowards the very spot where Mr. Weller was standing42.
Now, taking this, as an isolated43 fact, unaccompanied by anyattendant circumstances, there was nothing very extraordinary init; because in many parts of the world men do come out ofgardens, close green gates after them, and even walk briskly away,without attracting any particular share of public observation. It isclear, therefore, that there must have been something in the man,or in his manner, or both, to attract Mr. Weller’s particular notice.
Whether there was, or not, we must leave the reader to determine,when we have faithfully recorded the behaviour of the individualin question.
When the man had shut the green gate after him, he walked, aswe have said twice already, with a brisk pace up the courtyard; buthe no sooner caught sight of Mr. Weller than he faltered44, andstopped, as if uncertain, for the moment, what course to adopt. Asthe green gate was closed behind him, and there was no otheroutlet but the one in front, however, he was not long in perceivingthat he must pass Mr. Samuel Weller to get away. He thereforeresumed his brisk pace, and advanced, staring straight before him.
The most extraordinary thing about the man was, that he wascontorting his face into the most fearful and astonishing grimacesthat ever were beheld. Nature’s handiwork never was disguisedwith such extraordinary artificial carving45, as the man had overlaidhis countenance5 with in one moment.
‘Well!’ said Mr. Weller to himself, as the man approached. ‘Thisis wery odd. I could ha’ swore it was him.’
Up came the man, and his face became more frightfullydistorted than ever, as he drew nearer.
‘I could take my oath to that ’ere black hair and mulberry suit,’
said Mr. Weller; ‘only I never see such a face as that afore.’
As Mr. Weller said this, the man’s features assumed anunearthly twinge, perfectly46 hideous47. He was obliged to pass verynear Sam, however, and the scrutinising glance of that gentlemanenabled him to detect, under all these appalling48 twists of feature,something too like the small eyes of Mr. Job Trotter to be easilymistaken.
‘Hollo, you sir!’ shouted Sam fiercely.
The stranger stopped.
‘Hollo!’ repeated Sam, still more gruffly.
The man with the horrible face looked, with the greatestsurprise, up the court, and down the court, and in at the windowsof the houses―everywhere but at Sam Weller―and took anotherstep forward, when he was brought to again by another shout.
‘Hollo, you sir!’ said Sam, for the third time.
There was no pretending to mistake where the voice came fromnow, so the stranger, having no other resource, at last looked SamWeller full in the face.
‘It won’t do, Job Trotter,’ said Sam. ‘Come! None o’ that ’erenonsense. You ain’t so wery ’andsome that you can afford to throwavay many o’ your good looks. Bring them ’ere eyes o’ yourn backinto their proper places, or I’ll knock ’em out of your head. D’yehear?’
As Mr. Weller appeared fully41 disposed to act up to the spirit ofthis address, Mr. Trotter gradually allowed his face to resume itsnatural expression; and then giving a start of joy, exclaimed, ‘Whatdo I see? Mr. Walker!’
‘Ah,’ replied Sam. ‘You’re wery glad to see me, ain’t you?’
‘Glad!’ exclaimed Job Trotter; ‘oh, Mr. Walker, if you had butknown how I have looked forward to this meeting! It is too much,Mr. Walker; I cannot bear it, indeed I cannot.’ And with thesewords, Mr. Trotter burst into a regular inundation49 of tears, and,flinging his arms around those of Mr. Weller, embraced himclosely, in an ecstasy50 of joy.
‘Get off!’ cried Sam, indignant at this process, and vainlyendeavouring to extricate51 himself from the grasp of hisenthusiastic acquaintance. ‘Get off, I tell you. What are you cryingover me for, you portable engine?’
‘Because I am so glad to see you,’ replied Job Trotter, graduallyreleasing Mr. Weller, as the first symptoms of his pugnacitydisappeared. ‘Oh, Mr. Walker, this is too much.’
‘Too much!’ echoed Sam, ‘I think it is too much―rayther! Now,what have you got to say to me, eh?’
Mr. Trotter made no reply; for the little pink pocket-handkerchief was in full force.
‘What have you got to say to me, afore I knock your head off?’
repeated Mr. Weller, in a threatening manner.
‘Eh!’ said Mr. Trotter, with a look of virtuous52 surprise.
‘What have you got to say to me?’
‘I, Mr. Walker!’
‘Don’t call me Valker; my name’s Veller; you know that vellenough. What have you got to say to me?’
‘Bless you, Mr. Walker―Weller, I mean―a great many things, ifyou will come away somewhere, where we can talk comfortably. Ifyou knew how I have looked for you, Mr. Weller―’
‘Wery hard, indeed, I s’pose?’ said Sam drily.
‘Very, very, sir,’ replied Mr. Trotter, without moving a muscle ofhis face. ‘But shake hands, Mr. Weller.’
Sam eyed his companion for a few seconds, and then, as ifactuated by a sudden impulse, complied with his request. ‘How,’
said Job Trotter, as they walked away, ‘how is your dear, goodmaster? Oh, he is a worthy53 gentleman, Mr. Weller! I hope hedidn’t catch cold, that dreadful night, sir.’
There was a momentary54 look of deep slyness in Job Trotter’seye, as he said this, which ran a thrill through Mr. Weller’sclenched fist, as he burned with a desire to make a demonstrationon his ribs55. Sam constrained56 himself, however, and replied that hismaster was extremely well.
‘Oh, I am so glad,’ replied Mr. Trotter; ‘is he here?’
‘Is yourn?’ asked Sam, by way of reply.
‘Oh, yes, he is here, and I grieve to say, Mr. Weller, he is goingon worse than ever.’
‘Ah, ah!’ said Sam.
‘Oh, shocking―terrible!’
‘At a boarding-school?’ said Sam.
‘No, not at a boarding-school,’ replied Job Trotter, with thesame sly look which Sam had noticed before; ‘not at a boarding-school.’
‘At the house with the green gate?’ said Sam, eyeing hiscompanion closely.
‘No, no―oh, not there,’ replied Job, with a quickness veryunusual to him, ‘not there.’
‘What was you a-doin’ there?’ asked Sam, with a sharp glance.
‘Got inside the gate by accident, perhaps?’
‘Why, Mr. Weller,’ replied Job, ‘I don’t mind telling you my littlesecrets, because, you know, we took such a fancy for each otherwhen we first met. You recollect57 how pleasant we were thatmorning?’
‘Oh, yes,’ said Sam, impatiently. ‘I remember. Well?’
‘Well,’ replied Job, speaking with great precision, and in the lowtone of a man who communicates an important secret; ‘in thathouse with the green gate, Mr. Weller, they keep a good manyservants.’
‘So I should think, from the look on it,’ interposed Sam.
‘Yes,’ continued Mr. Trotter, ‘and one of them is a cook, whohas saved up a little money, Mr. Weller, and is desirous, if she canestablish herself in life, to open a little shop in the chandlery way,you see.’
‘Yes.’
‘Yes, Mr. Weller. Well, sir, I met her at a chapel58 that I go to; avery neat little chapel in this town, Mr. Weller, where they sing thenumber four collection of hymns59, which I generally carry aboutwith me, in a little book, which you may perhaps have seen in myhand―and I got a little intimate with her, Mr. Weller, and fromthat, an acquaintance sprung up between us, and I may venture tosay, Mr. Weller, that I am to be the chandler.’
‘Ah, and a wery amiable26 chandler you’ll make,’ replied Sam,eyeing Job with a side look of intense dislike.
‘The great advantage of this, Mr. Weller,’ continued Job, hiseyes filling with tears as he spoke60, ‘will be, that I shall be able toleave my present disgraceful service with that bad man, and todevote myself to a better and more virtuous life; more like the wayin which I was brought up, Mr. Weller.’
‘You must ha’ been wery nicely brought up,’ said Sam.
‘Oh, very, Mr. Weller, very,’ replied Job. At the recollection ofthe purity of his youthful days, Mr. Trotter pulled forth the pinkhandkerchief, and wept copiously61.
‘You must ha’ been an uncommon nice boy, to go to schoolvith,’ said Sam.
‘I was, sir,’ replied Job, heaving a deep sigh; ‘I was the idol62 ofthe place.’
‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘I don’t wonder at it. What a comfort you mustha’ been to your blessed mother.’
At these words, Mr. Job Trotter inserted an end of the pinkhandkerchief into the corner of each eye, one after the other, andbegan to weep copiously.
‘Wot’s the matter with the man,’ said Sam, indignantly. ‘Chelseawater-works is nothin’ to you. What are you melting vith now? Theconsciousness o’ willainy?’
‘I cannot keep my feelings down, Mr. Weller,’ said Job, after ashort pause. ‘To think that my master should have suspected theconversation I had with yours, and so dragged me away in a post-chaise, and after persuading the sweet young lady to say she knewnothing of him, and bribing63 the school-mistress to do the same,deserted her for a better speculation64! Oh! Mr. Weller, it makes meshudder.’
‘Oh, that was the vay, was it?’ said Mr. Weller.
‘To be sure it was,’ replied Job.
‘Vell,’ said Sam, as they had now arrived near the hotel, ‘I vantto have a little bit o’ talk with you, Job; so if you’re not particklerengaged, I should like to see you at the Great White Horse to-night, somewheres about eight o’clock.’
‘I shall be sure to come,’ said Job.
‘Yes, you’d better,’ replied Sam, with a very meaning look, ‘orelse I shall perhaps be askin’ arter you, at the other side of thegreen gate, and then I might cut you out, you know.’
‘I shall be sure to be with you, sir,’ said Mr. Trotter; andwringing Sam’s hand with the utmost fervour, he walked away.
‘Take care, Job Trotter, take care,’ said Sam, looking after him,‘or I shall be one too many for you this time. I shall, indeed.’
Having uttered this soliloquy, and looked after Job till he was to beseen no more, Mr. Weller made the best of his way to his master’sbedroom.
‘It’s all in training, sir,’ said Sam.
‘What’s in training, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick.
‘I’ve found ’em out, sir,’ said Sam.
‘Found out who?’
‘That ’ere queer customer, and the melan-cholly chap with theblack hair.’
‘Impossible, Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick, with the greatest energy.
‘Where are they, Sam: where are they?’
‘Hush65, hush!’ replied Mr. Weller; and as he assisted Mr.
Pickwick to dress, he detailed66 the plan of action on which heproposed to enter.
‘But when is this to be done, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick.
‘All in good time, sir,’ replied Sam.
Whether it was done in good time, or not, will be seen hereafter.
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