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'Vait a minit, Sir,' said Mr Weller, raising his hand in a deprecatory
manner. 'Get on, Samivel.'
'This here money,' said Sam, with a little hesitation, 'he's anxious to
put someveres, vere he knows it'll be safe, and I'm wery anxious too,
for if he keeps it, he'll go a-lendin' it to somebody, or inwestin'
property in horses, or droppin' his pocket-book down an airy, or
makin' a Egyptian mummy of his-self in some vay or another.'
'Wery good, Samivel,' observed Mr Weller, in as complacent a manner
as if Sam had been passing the highest eulogiums on his prudence
and foresight. 'Wery good.'
'For vich reasons,' continued Sam, plucking nervously at the brim of
his hat - 'for vich reasons, he's drawn it out to-day, and come here
vith me to say, leastvays to offer, or in other vords - '
'
To say this here,' said the elder Mr Weller impatiently, 'that it ain't o'
no use to me. I'm a-goin' to vork a coach reg'lar, and ha'n't got noveres
to keep it in, unless I vos to pay the guard for takin' care on it, or to
put it in vun o' the coach pockets, vich 'ud be a temptation to the
insides. If you'll take care on it for me, sir, I shall be wery much
obliged to you. P'raps,' said Mr Weller, walking up to Mr Pickwick and
whispering in his ear - 'p'raps it'll go a little vay towards the expenses
o' that 'ere conwiction. All I say is, just you keep it till I ask you for it
again.' With these words, Mr Weller placed the pocket-book in Mr
Pickwick's hands, caught up his hat, and ran out of the room with a
celerity scarcely to be expected from so corpulent a subject.
'
Stop him, Sam!' exclaimed Mr Pickwick earnestly. 'Overtake him;
bring him back instantly! Mr Weller - here - come back!'
Sam saw that his master's injunctions were not to be disobeyed; and,
catching his father by the arm as he was descending the stairs,
dragged him back by main force.
'
'
My good friend,' said Mr Pickwick, taking the old man by the hand,
your honest confidence overpowers me.'
'I don't see no occasion for nothin' o' the kind, Sir,' replied Mr Weller
obstinately.
'I assure you, my good friend, I have more money than I can ever
need; far more than a man at my age can ever live to spend,' said Mr
Pickwick.
'No man knows how much he can spend, till he tries,' observed Mr
Weller.
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