POSTHUMOUS PAPERS
of
THE PICKWICK CLUB.
CHAPTER XXX.
HOW THE PICKWICKIANS MADE AND CULTIVATED THE ACQUAINTANCE OF A COUPLE OF NICE YOUNG MEN BELONGING TO ONE OF THE LIBERAL PROFESSIONS; HOW THEY DISPORTED THEMSELVES ON THE ICE; AND HOW THEIR FIRST VISIT CAME TO A CONCLUSION.
"Well, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick as that favoured servitor entered his bed-chamber with his warm water, on the morning of Christmas Day, "Still frosty?"
"Water in the wash-hand basin's a mask o' ice, sir," responded Sam.
"Severe weather, Sam," observed Mr. Pickwick.
"Fine time for them as is well wropped up, as the Polar Bear said to himself, ven he was practising his skating," replied Mr. Weller.
"I shall be down in a quarter of an hour, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, untying his nightcap.
"Wery good, sir," replied Sam. "There's a couple o' Sawbones down stairs."
"A couple of what!" exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, sitting up in bed.
"A couple o' Sawbones," said Sam.
