"Often," rejoined Mr. Pickwick, smiling. "He was your uncle, I think?"
"No, no; only a friend of my uncle's," replied the oneeyed man.
"He was a wonderful man, that uncle of yours, though," remarked the landlord, shaking his head.
"Well, I think he was, I think I may say he was," answered the one-eyed man. "I could tell you a story about that same uncle, gentlemen, that would rather surprise you."
"Could you?" said Mr. Pickwick. "Let us hear it, by all means.
The one-eyed Bagman ladled out a glass of negus from the bowl, and drank it; smoked a long whiff out of the Dutch pipe; and then, calling to Sam Weller who was lingering near the door, that he needn't go away unless he wanted to, because the story was no secret, fixed his eye upon the landlord's and proceeded, in the words of the next chapter.
