Trundle and I came down here, for some good shooting on the first,'

replied Wardle. 'We arrived to-night, and were astonished to hear from

your servant that you were here too. But I am glad you are,' said the

old fellow, slapping him on the back - 'I am glad you are. We shall

have a jovial party on the first, and we'll give Winkle another chance -

eh, old boy?'

Mr Pickwick made no reply, he did not even ask after his friends at

Dingley Dell, and shortly afterwards retired for the night, desiring Sam

to fetch his candle when he rung. The bell did ring in due course, and

Mr Weller presented himself.

Sam,' said Mr Pickwick, looking out from under the bed-clothes.

Sir,' said Mr Weller.

Mr Pickwick paused, and Mr Weller snuffed the candle.

Sam,' said Mr Pickwick again, as if with a desperate effort.

Sir,' said Mr Weller, once more.

Where is that Trotter?'

Job, sir?'

Yes.

Gone, sir.'

With his master, I suppose?'

Friend or master, or whatever he is, he's gone with him,' replied Mr

Weller. 'There's a pair on 'em, sir.'

'Jingle suspected my design, and set that fellow on you, with this

story, I suppose?' said Mr Pickwick, half choking.

Just that, sir,' replied Mr Weller.

It was all false, of course?'

All, sir,' replied Mr Weller. 'Reg'lar do, sir; artful dodge.'

I don't think he'll escape us quite so easily the next time, Sam!' said

Mr Pickwick.

I don't think he will, Sir.'

The Pickwick Papers