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'I've offered my son Samivel, mum, agen and agen, returned the old gentleman, 'to purwide him at my own cost vith a suit o' clothes as 'ud be the makin' on him, and form his mind in infancy for those pursuits as I hope the family o' the Vellers vill alvays dewote themselves to. Tony, my boy, tell the lady wot them clothes are, as grandfather says, father ought to let you vear.
My own children often surprise me. If I believed thoroughly in the children of my pen, they would write themselves down sometimes in a fashion that I had not intended." "John talks like a book," observed Valentine. "You propose a subject, and he lays forth his views as if he had considered it for a week. 'Drive on, Samivel." "But I don't agree with him," said Miss Christie.
The most prominent men in the country told him how they had ridden with him in the Markis of Granby, with old Weller on the box and Samivel on the dickey; how they had played cribbage with the Marchioness and quaffed the rosy with Dick Swiveller; how they had known honest Tim Linkwater and angelic Little Nell, ending with the welcome words of Sir John Falstaff, "D'ye think we didn't know ye?
Samivel, I mistrust that 'ere deceitful barber. TWO or three evenings after the institution of Mr. Weller's Watch, I thought I heard, as I walked in the garden, the voice of Mr. Weller himself at no great distance; and stopping once or twice to listen more attentively, I found that the sounds proceeded from my housekeeper's little sitting-room, which is at the back of the house.
Apparently this individual regretted his impetuosity immediately afterwards, for, muttering an indistinct exclamation of surprise, he dragged the old man out into the hall, and, after a violent struggle, released his head and face. 'Samivel! exclaimed Mr. Weller, when he was thus enabled to behold his rescuer. Sam nodded.
"Susan," says I I wos took up wery short by this, Samivel; I von't deny it, my boy "Susan," I says, "you've been a wery good vife to me, altogether; don't say nothin' at all about it; keep a good heart, my dear; and you'll live to see me punch that 'ere Stiggins's head yet." She smiled at this, Samivel, said the old gentleman, stifling a sigh with his pipe, 'but she died arter all!
Sam walked with them to the lodge gate, and took a dutiful leave. 'A-do, Samivel, said the old gentleman. 'Wot's a-do? inquired Sammy. 'Well, good-bye, then, said the old gentleman. 'Oh, that's wot you're aimin' at, is it? said Sam. 'Good-bye! 'Sammy, whispered Mr.
Weller, using the watch after the manner of a president's hammer, and remarking with great pride that nothing hurt it, and that falls and concussions of all kinds materially enhanced the excellence of the works and assisted the regulator, knocked the table a great many times, and declared the association formally constituted. 'And don't let's have no grinnin' at the cheer, Samivel, said Mr.
Old Tony Weller does not tell his shrewish wife that she is already a white-winged angel; he speaks to her with an admirable good nature and good sense: "'Susan, I says, 'you've been a wery good vife to me altogether: keep a good heart, my dear, and you'll live to see me punch that 'ere Stiggins's 'ead yet. She smiled at this, Samivel ... but she died arter all."
'I am not so blind, Sam, as not to have seen, a long time since, that you entertain something more than a friendly feeling towards Mrs. Winkle's maid, said Mr. Pickwick. 'You hear this, Samivel? said Mr. Weller, in the same judicial form of speech as before.
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