'Sam,' said Mr Pickwick, suddenly appearing before him, 'where's my

bedroom?'

Mr Weller stared at his master with the most emphatic surprise; and

it was not until the question had been repeated three several times,

that he turned round, and led the way to the long-sought apartment.

'Sam,' said Mr Pickwick, as he got into bed, 'I have made one of the

most extraordinary mistakes to-night, that ever were heard of.'

Wery likely, Sir,' replied Mr Weller drily.

But of this I am determined, Sam,' said Mr Pickwick; 'that if I were to

stop in this house for six months, I would never trust myself about it,

alone, again.'

That's the wery prudentest resolution as you could come to, Sir,'

replied Mr Weller. 'You rayther want somebody to look arter you, Sir,

when your judgment goes out a wisitin'.'

What do you mean by that, Sam?' said Mr Pickwick. He raised himself

in bed, and extended his hand, as if he were about to say something

more; but suddenly checking himself, turned round, and bade his

valet 'Good-night.'

Good-night, Sir,' replied Mr Weller. He paused when he got outside

the door - shook his head - walked on - stopped - snuffed the candle -

shook his head again - and finally proceeded slowly to his chamber,

apparently buried in the profoundest meditation.

The Pickwick Papers