Whenever I meet that Jingle again, wherever it is,' said Mr Pickwick,

raising himself in bed, and indenting his pillow with a tremendous

blow, 'I'll inflict personal chastisement on him, in addition to the

exposure he so richly merits. I will, or my name is not Pickwick.'

'And venever I catches hold o' that there melan-cholly chap with the

black hair,' said Sam, 'if I don't bring some real water into his eyes, for

once in a way, my name ain't Weller. Good- night, Sir!'

The Pickwick Papers