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interview was likely to prove rather longer than he had expected. Sam bowed again and sat down; his father looking round, he continued-- The govnor, sir, has drawn out five hundred and thirty pound. Reduced counsels, interposed Mr. Weller, senior, in an undertone. It dont much matter vether its reduced counsels, or wot not, said Sam; five hundred and thirty pounds is the sum, aint it? All right, Samivel, replied Mr. Weller. To vich sum, he has added for the house and bisness-- Lease, good-vill, stock, and fixters, interposed Mr. Weller. As much as makes it, continued Sam, altogether, eleven hundred and eighty pound. Indeed! said Mr. Pickwick. I am delighted to hear it. I congratulate you, Mr. Weller, on having done so well. 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, hes anxious to put someveres, vere he knows itll be safe, and Im wery anxious too, for if he keeps it, hell 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, hes 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 aint o no use to me. Im a-goin to vork a coach reglar, and hant 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 youll take care on it for me, sir, I shall be wery much obliged to you. Praps, said Mr. Weller, walking up to Mr. Pickwick and whispering in his ear--praps itll 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. Pickwicks 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 masters 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 dont 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. Perhaps not, replied Mr. Pickwick; but as I have no intention of trying any such experiments, I am not likely to come to want. I must beg you to take this back, Mr. Weller. Wery well, said Mr. Weller, with a discontented look. Mark my vords, Sammy, Ill do somethin desperate vith this here property; somethin desperate! Youd better not, replied Sam. Mr. Weller reflected for a short time, and then, buttoning up his coat with great determination, said-- Ill keep a pike. Wot! exclaimed Sam. A pike! rejoined Mr. Weller, through his set teeth; Ill keep a pike. Say good-bye to your father, Samivel. I dewote the remainder of my days to a pike. This threat was such an awful one, and Mr. Weller, besides appearing fully resolved to carry it into execution, seemed so deeply mortified by Mr. Pickwicks refusal, that that gentleman, after a short reflection, said-- Well, well, Mr. Weller, I will keep your money. I can do more good with it, perhaps, than you can. Just the wery thing, to be sure, said Mr. Weller, brightening up; o course you can, sir. Say no more about it, said Mr. Pickwick, locking the pocket- book in his desk; I am heartily obliged to you, my good friend. Now sit down again. I want to ask your advice. The

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