"I beg your pardon, sir," replied the crest-fallen greengrocer, "I didn't mean to do it, sir; I was up very late last night, sir.""I tell you what my opinion of you is, Harris," said Mr.Tuckle with a most impressive air, "you're a wulgar beast.""I hope, gentlemen," said Harris, "that you won't be severe with me, gentlemen.I'm very much obliged to you indeed, gentlemen, for your patronage, and also for your recommendations, gentlemen, whenever additional assistance in waiting is required.I hope, gentlemen, I give satisfaction.""No, you don't, sir," said Mr.Tuckle."Very far from it, sir.""We consider you an inattentive reskel," said the gentleman in the orange plush.
"And a low thief," added the gentleman in the green-foil smalls.
"And an unreclaimable blaygaird," added the gentleman in purple.
The poor greengrocer bowed very humbly while these little epithets were bestowed upon him, in the true spirit of the very smallest tyranny; and when everybody had said something to show his superiority, Mr.Tuckle proceeded to carve the leg of mutton, and to help the company.
This important business of the evening had hardly commenced, when the door was thrown briskly open, and another gentleman in a light-blue suit, and leaden buttons, made his appearance.
"Against the rules," said Mr.Tuckle."Too late, too late.""No, no; positively I couldn't help it," said the gentleman in blue.
"I appeal to the company.An affair of gallantry now, an appointment at the theayter.""Oh, that indeed," said the gentleman in the orange plush.
"Yes; raly now, honour bright," said the man in blue."I made a promese to fetch our youngest daughter at halfpast ten, and she is such an uncauminly fine gal, that I raly hadn't the 'art to disappint her.No offence to the present company, sir, but a petticut, sir, a petticut, sir, is irrevokeable.""I begin to suspect there's something in that quarter," said Tuckle, as the new-comer took his seat next Sam."I've remarked, once or twice, that she leans very heavy on your shoulder when she gets in and out of the carriage.""Oh raly, raly, Tuckle, you shouldn't," said the man in blue."It's not fair.I may have said to one or two friends that she was a very divine creechure, and had refused one or two offers without any hobvus cause, but--no, no, no, indeed, Tuckle--before strangers, too--it's not right--you shouldn't.Delicacy, my dear friend, delicacy!" And the man in blue, pulling up his neckerchief, and adjusting his coat cuffs, nodded and frowned as if there were more behind, which he could say if he liked, but was bound in honour to suppress.
The man in blue being a light-haired, stiff-necked, free and easy sort of footman, with a swaggering air and pert face, had attracted Mr.Weller's especial attention at first, but when he began to come out in this way, Sam felt more than ever disposed to cultivate his acquaintance; so he launched himself into the conversation at once, with characteristic independence.
"Your health, sir," said Sam."I like your conwersation much.I think it's wery pretty."At this the man in blue smiled, as if it were a compliment he was well used to; but looked approvingly on Sam at the same time, and said he hoped he should be better acquainted with him, for without any flattery at all he seemed to have the makings of a very nice fellow about him, and to be just the man after his own heart.
"You're wery good, sir," said Sam."What a lucky feller you are!""How do you mean?" inquired the gentleman in blue.
"That 'ere young lady," replied Sam."She knows wot's wot, she does.
Ah! I see." Mr.Weller closed one eye, and shook his head from side to side, in a manner which was highly gratifying to the personal vanity of the gentleman in blue.
"I'm afraid you're a cunning fellow, Mr.Weller," said that individual.
"No, no," said Sam."I leave all that 'ere to you.It's a great deal more in your way than mine, as the gen'l'm'n on the right side o' the garden vall said to the man on the wrong 'un, ven the mad bull wos a comin' up the lane.""Well, well, Mr.Weller," said the gentleman in blue, "I think she has remarked my air and manner, Mr.Weller.""I should think she couldn't wery well be off o' that," said Sam.
"Have you any little thing of that kind in hand, sir?" inquired the favoured gentleman in blue, drawing a toothpick from his waistcoat pocket.
"Not exactly," said Sam."There's no daughters at my place, else o'
course I should ha' made up to vun of 'em.As it is, I don't think I can do anythin' under a female markis.I might take up with a young 'ooman o' large property as hadn't a title, if she made wery fierce love to me.
Not else."
"Of course not, Mr.Weller," said the gentleman in blue, "one can't be troubled, you know; and we know, Mr.Weller--we, who are men of the world--that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.In fact, that's the only thing, between you and me, that makes the service worth entering into.""Just so," said Sam."That's it, o' course."When this confidential dialogue had gone thus far, glasses were placed round, and every gentleman ordered what he liked best, before the public-house shut up.The gentleman in blue, and the man in orange, who were the chief exquisites of the party, ordered "cold srub and water," but with the others, gin and water, sweet, appeared to be the favourite beverage.Sam called the greengrocer a "desp'rate willin," and ordered a large bowl of punch;two circumstances which seemed to raise him very much in the opinion of the selections.
"Gentleman," said the man in blue, with an air of the most consummate dandyism, "I'll give you the ladies; come.""Hear, hear!" said Sam, "The young mississes."Here there was a loud cry of "Order," and Mr.John Smauker, as the gentleman who had introduced Mr.Weller into that company, begged to inform him that the word he had just made use of, was unparliamentary.
"Which word was that 'ere, sir?" inquired Sam.
"Mississes, sir," replied Mr.John Smauker, with an alarming frown.
