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"This way," said his new friend, apparently much relieved as they turned down a bye street; "we shall soon be there.""Shall we?" said Sam, quite unmoved by the announcement of his close vicinity to the select footmen of Bath.

"Yes," said Mr.John Smauker."Don't be alarmed, Mr.Weller.""Oh no," said Sam.

"You'll see some very handsome uniforms, Mr.Weller," continued Mr.

John Smauker; "and perhaps you'll find some of the gentlemen rather high at first, you know, but they'll soon come round.""That's wery kind on 'em," replied Sam.

"And you know," resumed Mr.John Smauker, with an air of sublime protection;"you know, as you're a stranger, perhaps they'll be rather hard upon you at first.""They won't be wery cruel, though, will they?" inquired Sam.

"No, no," replied Mr.John Smauker, pulling forth the fox's head, and taking a gentlemanly pinch."There are some funny dogs among us, and they will have their joke, you know; but you mustn't mind 'em, you mustn't mind 'em.""I'll try and bear up again such a reg'lar knock down o' talent," replied Sam.

"That's right," said Mr.John Smauker, putting up the fox's head, and elevating his own; "I'll stand by you."By this time they had reached a small greengrocer's shop, which Mr.

John Smauker entered, followed by Sam: who, the moment he got behind him, relapsed into a series of the very broadest and most unmitigated grins, and manifested other demonstrations of being in a highly enviable state of inward merriment.

Crossing the greengrocer's shop, and putting their hats on the stairs in the little passage behind it, they walked into a small parlour; and here the full splendour of the scene burst upon Mr.Weller's view.

A couple of tables were put together in the middle of the parlour, covered with three or four cloths of different ages and dates of washing, arranged to look as much like one as the circumstances of the case would allow.

Upon these were laid knives and forks for six or eight people.Some of the knife handles were green, others red, and a few yellow; and as all the forks were black, the combination of colours was exceedingly striking.

Plates for a corresponding number of guests were warming behind the fender;and the guests themselves were warming before it: the chief and most important of whom appeared to be a stoutish gentleman in a bright crimson coat with long tails, vividly red breeches, and a cocked hat, who was standing with his back to the fire, and had apparently just entered, for besides retaining his cocked hat on his head, he carried in his hand a high stick, such as gentlemen of his profession usually elevate in a sloping position over the roofs of carriages.

"Smauker, my lad, your fin," said the gentleman with the cocked hat.

Mr.Smauker dovetailed the top joint of his right hand little finger into that of the gentleman with the cocked hat, and said he was charmed to see him looking so well.

"Well, they tell me I am looking pretty blooming," said the man with the cocked hat, "and it's a wonder, too.I've been following our old woman about, two hours a-day, for the last fortnight; and if a constant contemplation of the manner in which she hooks-and-eyes that infernal lavender coloured old gown of hers behind, isn't enough to throw anybody into a low state of despondency for life, stop my quarter's salary."At this, the assembled selections laughed very heartily; and one gentleman in a yellow waistcoat, with a coach trimming border, whispered a neighbour in green-foil smalls, that Tuckle was in spirits to-night.

"By the bye," said Mr.Tuckle, "Smauker, my boy, you--" The remainder of the sentence was forwarded into Mr.John Smauker's ear, by whisper.

"Oh, dear me, I quite forgot," said Mr.John Smauker."Gentlemen, my friend Mr.Weller.""Sorry to keep the fire off you, Weller," said Mr.Tuckle, with a familiar nod."Hope you're not cold, Weller.""Not by no means, Blazes," replied Sam."It 'ud be a wery chilly subject as felt cold wen you stood opposit.You'd save coals if they put you behind the fender in the waitin' room at a public office, you would."As this retort appeared to convey rather a personal allusion to Mr.

Tuckle's crimson livery, that gentleman looked majestic for a few seconds, but gradually edging away from the fire, broke into a forced smile, and said it wasn't bad.

"Wery much obliged for your good opinion, sir," replied Sam."We shall get on by degrees, I des-say.We'll try a better one, bye-and-bye."At this point the conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a gentleman in orange-coloured plush, accompanied by another selection in purple cloth, with a great extent of stocking.The new-comers having been welcomed by the old ones, Mr.Tuckle put the question that supper be ordered in, which was carried unanimously.

The greengrocer and his wife then arranged upon the table a boiled leg of mutton, hot, with caper sauce, turnips, and potatoes.Mr.Tuckle took the chair, and was supported at the other end of the board by the gentleman in orange plush.The greengrocer put on a pair of wash-leather gloves to hand the plates with, and stationed himself behind Mr.Tuckle's chair.

"Harris," said Mr.Tuckle, in a commanding tone.

"Sir," said the greengrocer.

"Have you got your gloves on?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then take the kiver off."

"Yes, sir."

The greengrocer did as he was told, with a show of great humility, and obsequiously handed Mr.Tuckle the carving knife; in doing which, he accidentally gaped.

"What do you mean by that, sir?" said Mr.Tuckle, with great asperity.