Here Mrs. Weller let fall some more tears, and Mr. Stiggins groaned.
"Hallo! Here's this unfort'nate gen'l'm'n took ill agin," said Sam, looking round. "Were do you feel it now, sir?"
"In the same place, young man," rejoined Mr. Stiggins: "in the same place."
"Were may that be, sir?" inquired Sam, with great outward simplicity.
"In the buzzim, young man," replied Mr. Stiggins, placing his umbrella on his waistcoat.
At this affecting reply, Mrs. Weller, being wholly unable to suppress her feelings, sobbed aloud, and stated her conviction that the red-nosed man was a saint; whereupon Mr. Weller, senior, ventured to suggest, in an undertone, that he must be the representative of the united parishes of Saint Simon Without, and Saint Walker Within.
"I'm afeerd, mum," said Sam, "that this here gen'l'm'n, with the twist in his countenance, feels rayther thirsty, with the melancholy spectacle afore him. Is it the case, mum?"
The worthy lady looked at Mr. Stiggins for a reply; that gentleman, with many rollings of the eye, clenched his throat with his right hand, and mimicked the act of swallowing, to intimate that he was athirst.
"I am afraid, Samuel, that his feelings have made him so, indeed," said Mrs. Weller, mournfully.
"Wot's your usual tap, sir," replied Sam.
"Oh, my dear young friend," replied Mr. Stiggins, "all taps is vanities!"
"Too true, too true, indeed," said Mrs. Weller, murmuring a groan, and shaking her head assentingly.
"Well," said Sam, "I des-say they may be, sir; but which is your partickler wanity. Vich wanity do you like the flavour on best, sir?"
"Oh, my dear young friend," replied Mr. Stiggins, "I despise them all. If," said Mr. Stiggins, "if there is any one of them less odious than another, it is the liquor called rum.
