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'Ah, to be sure, said Sam. 'Plunged into the very vortex of society, you know, Mr. Weller, said Mr. John Smauker, with a sigh. 'Dreadful, indeed! rejoined Sam. 'But it's always the way, said Mr. John Smauker; 'if your destiny leads you into public life, and public station, you must expect to be subjected to temptations which other people is free from, Mr. Weller.
Weller, and requests the pleasure of his company this evening, to a friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the usual trimmings. The swarry to be on table at half-past nine o'clock punctually. This was inclosed in another note, which ran thus 'Mr. John Smauker, the gentleman who had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Weller at the house of their mutual acquaintance, Mr.
Bantam, a few days since, begs to inclose Mr. Weller the herewith invitation. If Mr. Weller will call on Mr. John Smauker at nine o'clock, Mr. John Smauker will have the pleasure of introducing Mr. Weller. The envelope was directed to blank Weller, Esq., at Mr. Pickwick's; and in a parenthesis, in the left hand corner, were the words 'airy bell, as an instruction to the bearer.
'Shall we? said Sam, quite unmoved by the announcement of his close vicinity to the select footmen of Bath. 'Yes, said Mr. John Smauker. 'Don't be alarmed, Mr. Weller. 'Oh, no, said Sam. 'You'll see some very handsome uniforms, Mr. Weller, continued Mr. John Smauker; 'and perhaps you'll find some of the gentlemen rather high at first, you know, but they'll soon come round.
'I was fearful you would; it won't do, you know; you must not give way to that 'ere uncompromisin' spirit o' yourn. 'It's not so much that, Mr. Weller, replied Mr. John Smauker, 'as bad wine; I'm afraid I've been dissipating. 'Oh! that's it, is it? said Sam; 'that's a wery bad complaint, that. 'And yet the temptation, you see, Mr. Weller, observed Mr. John Smauker.
John Smauker entered, followed by Sam, who, the moment he got behind him, relapsed into a series of the very broadest and most unmitigated grins, and manifested other demonstrations of being in a highly enviable state of inward merriment.
'Wy, you don't mean to say you're a-goin' old feller? said Sam Weller to his friend, Mr. John Smauker. 'I must, indeed, said Mr. Smauker; 'I promised Bantam. 'Oh, wery well, said Sam; 'that's another thing. P'raps he'd resign if you disappinted him. You ain't a-goin', Blazes? 'Yes, I am, said the man with the cocked hat.
John Smauker looked deeply indignant at any parallel being drawn between himself and the deceased gentleman in question; but, as Sam's face was in the most immovable state of calmness, he thought better of it, and looked affable again. 'Perhaps we had better be walking, said Mr.
'That's wery kind on 'em, replied Sam. 'And you know, resumed Mr. John Smauker, with an air of sublime protection 'you know, as you're a stranger, perhaps, they'll be rather hard upon you at first. 'They won't be wery cruel, though, will they? inquired Sam. 'No, no, replied Mr. John Smauker, pulling forth the fox's head, and taking a gentlemanly pinch.
John Smauker, raising his hat gracefully with one hand, while he gently waved the other in a condescending manner. 'How do you do, Sir? 'Why, reasonably conwalessent, replied Sam. 'How do YOU find yourself, my dear feller? 'Only so so, said Mr. John Smauker. 'Ah, you've been a-workin' too hard, observed Sam.
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