vague thoughts of some wicked widow having been successful in her designs on Mr. Pickwick, choked his utterance.
"Did you happen to see a young girl down stairs when you came in just now with your son?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.
"Yes. I see a young gal," replied Mr. Weller, shortly.
"What did you think of her, now? Candidly, Mr. Weller, what did you think of her?"
"I thought she wos wery plump, and vell made," said Mr. Weller, with a critical air.
"So she is," said Mr. Pickwick, "so she is. What did you think of her manners, from what you saw of her?"
"Wery pleasant," rejoined Mr. Weller. "Wery pleasant and conformable."
The precise meaning which Mr. Weller attached to this last-mentioned adjective, did not appear; but, as it was evident from the tone in which he used it that it was a favourable expression, Mr. Pickwick was as well satisfied as if he had been thoroughly enlightened on the subject.
"I take a great interest in her, Mr. Weller," said Mr. Pickwick.
Mr. Weller coughed.
"I mean an interest in her doing well," resumed Mr. Pickwick; "a desire that she may be comfortable and prosperous. You understand?"
"Wery clearly," replied Mr. Weller, who understood nothing yet.
"That young person," said Mr. Pickwick, "is attached to your son.
"To Samivel Veller!" exclaimed the parent.
"Yes," said Pickwick.
"It's nat'ral," said Mr. Weller, after some consideration, "natʼral, but rayther alarmin'. Sammy must be careful."
"How do you mean?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.
"Wery careful that he don't say nothin' to her," responded Mr. Weller. "Wery careful that he ain't led avay, in a
