since, that you entertain something more than a friendly feeling towards Mrs. Winkle's maid," said Mr. Pickwick.
"You hear this, Samivel?" said Mr. Weller in the same judicial form of speech as before.
"I hope, sir," said Sam, addressing his master: "I hope there's no harm in a young man takin' notice of a young 'ooman as is undeniably good-looking and well-conducted."
"Certainly not," said Mr. Pickwick.
"Not by no means," acquiesced Mr. Weller, affably but magisterially.
"So far from thinking there is anything wrong, in conduct so natural," resumed Mr. Pickwick, "it is my wish to assist and promote your wishes in this respect. With this view, I have had a little conversation with your father; and finding that he is of my opinion———"
"The lady not bein' a widder," interposed Mr. Weller in explanation.
"The lady not being a widow," said Mr. Pickwick, smiling. "I wish to free you from the restraint which your present position imposes upon you, and to mark my sense of your fidelity and many excellent qualities, by enabling you to marry this girl at once, and to earn an independent livelihood for yourself and family. I shall be proud, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, whose voice had faltered a little hitherto, but now resumed its customary tone, "proud and happy to make your future prospects in life, my grateful and peculiar care."
There was a profound silence for a short time, and then Sam said, in a low husky sort of voice, but firmly withal:
"I'm very much obliged to you for your goodness, sir, as is only like yourself; but it can't be done."
"Can't be done!" ejaculated Mr. Pickwick in astonishment.
"Samivel!" said Mr. Weller, with dignity.
"I say it can't be done," repeated Sam in a louder key. "Wot's to become of you, sir?"
"My good fellow," replied Mr. Pickwick, "the recent changes among my friends will alter my mode of life in
