caused him to start up in bed, and inquire who was there, and what the matter was.
"Please, sir, here's a young man which says he must see you directly," responded the voice of the chambermaid.
"A young man!" exclaimed Mr. Winkle.
"No mistake about that 'ere, sir," replied another voice through the keyhole; "and if that wery same interestin' young creetur ain't let in vithout delay, it's wery possible as his legs vill enter afore his countenance." The young man gave a gentle kick at one of the lower panels of the door, after he had given utterance to this hint, as if to add force and point to the remark.
"Is that you, Sam?" inquired Mr. Winkle, springing out of bed.
"Quite unpossible to identify any gen'l'm'n vith any degree o' mental satisfaction, vithout lookin' at him, sir," replied the voice, dogmatically.
Mr. Winkle, not much doubting who the young man was, unlocked the door; which he had no sooner done, than Mr. Samuel Weller entered with great precipitation, and carefully re-locking it on the inside, deliberately put the key in his waistcoat pocket: and, after surveying Mr. Winkle from head to foot, said:
"You're a wery humorous young gen'l'm'n, you air, sir!"
"What do you mean by this conduct, Sam?" inquired Mr. Winkle, indignantly. "Get out, sir, this instant. What do you mean, sir?"
"What do I mean," retorted Sam; come sir, this is rayther too rich, as the young lady said, wen she remonstrated with the pastry-cook, arter he'd sold her a pork-pie as had got nothin' but fat inside. What do I mean! Well, that ain't a bad 'un, that ain't."
"Unlock that door, and leave this room immediately, sir," said Mr. Winkle.
"I shall leave this here room, sir, just precisely at the wery same moment as you leaves it," responded Sam, speaking
