'That's all,' replied Mr Weller. 'And I s'pose as it's all right and

satisfactory to you and me as is the only parties interested, ve may as

vell put this bit o' paper into the fire.'

Wot are you a-doin' on, you lunatic?' said Sam, snatching the paper

away, as his parent, in all innocence, stirred the fire preparatory to

suiting the action to the word. 'You're a nice eggzekiter, you are.'

Vy not?' inquired Mr Weller, looking sternly round, with the poker in

his hand.

'Vy not?' exclaimed Sam. ''Cos it must be proved, and probated, and

swore to, and all manner o' formalities.'

'You don't mean that?' said Mr Weller, laying down the poker.

Sam buttoned the will carefully in a side pocket; intimating by a look,

meanwhile, that he did mean it, and very seriously too.

Then I'll tell you wot it is,' said Mr Weller, after a short meditation,

this is a case for that 'ere confidential pal o' the Chancellorship's. Pell

must look into this, Sammy. He's the man for a difficult question at

law. Ve'll have this here brought afore the Solvent Court, directly,

Samivel.'

'I never did see such a addle-headed old creetur!' exclaimed Sam

irritably; 'Old Baileys, and Solvent Courts, and alleybis, and ev'ry

species o' gammon alvays a-runnin' through his brain. You'd better

get your out o' door clothes on, and come to town about this bisness,

than stand a-preachin' there about wot you don't understand nothin'

on.'

Wery good, Sammy,' replied Mr Weller, 'I'm quite agreeable to anythin'

as vill hexpedite business, Sammy. But mind this here, my boy,

nobody but Pell - nobody but Pell as a legal adwiser.'

I don't want anybody else,' replied Sam. 'Now, are you a-comin'?'

Vait a minit, Sammy,' replied Mr Weller, who, having tied his shawl

with the aid of a small glass that hung in the window, was now, by

dint of the most wonderful exertions, struggling into his upper

garments. 'Vait a minit' Sammy; ven you grow as old as your father,

you von't get into your veskit quite as easy as you do now, my boy.'

'If I couldn't get into it easier than that, I'm blessed if I'd vear vun at

all,' rejoined his son.

The Pickwick Papers