The man with the horrible face looked, with the greatest surprise, up

the court, and down the court, and in at the windows of the houses -

everywhere but at Sam Weller - and took another step forward, when

he was brought to again by another shout.

'Hollo, you sir!' said Sam, for the third time.

There was no pretending to mistake where the voice came from now,

so the stranger, having no other resource, at last looked Sam Weller

full in the face.

It won't do, Job Trotter,' said Sam. 'Come! None o' that 'ere nonsense.

You ain't so wery 'andsome that you can afford to throw avay many o'

your good looks. Bring them 'ere eyes o' yourn back into their proper

places, or I'll knock 'em out of your head. D'ye hear?'

As Mr Weller appeared fully disposed to act up to the spirit of this

address, Mr Trotter gradually allowed his face to resume its natural

expression; and then giving a start of joy, exclaimed, 'What do I see?

Mr Walker!'

'Ah,' replied Sam. 'You're wery glad to see me, ain't you?'

Glad!' exclaimed Job Trotter; 'oh, Mr Walker, if you had but known

how I have looked forward to this meeting! It is too much, Mr Walker; I

cannot bear it, indeed I cannot.' And with these words, Mr Trotter

burst into a regular inundation of tears, and, flinging his arms around

those of Mr Weller, embraced him closely, in an ecstasy of joy.

Get off!' cried Sam, indignant at this process, and vainly

endeavouring to extricate himself from the grasp of his enthusiastic

acquaintance. 'Get off, I tell you. What are you crying over me for, you

portable engine?'

'Because I am so glad to see you,' replied Job Trotter, gradually

releasing Mr Weller, as the first symptoms of his pugnacity

disappeared. 'Oh, Mr Walker, this is too much.'

Too much!' echoed Sam, 'I think it is too much - rayther! Now, what

have you got to say to me, eh?'

Mr Trotter made no reply; for the little pink pocket-handkerchief was

in full force.

What have you got to say to me, afore I knock your head off?'

repeated Mr Weller, in a threatening manner.

'Eh!' said Mr Trotter, with a look of virtuous surprise.

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