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Showing how Mr. Samuel Weller got into Difficulties

           Aprofessionalman,too!Atthistimeofthemorning,itwouldberathertoogoodaWell,Idon’tknow,mydearyoumaydothatagain,ifyouplease.Hem!’

           Thislastsoundwasasolemnanddignifiedcough,inwhichMr.Pell,observinganindecenttendencytomirthinsomeofhisauditors,considereditduetohimselftoindulge.

           ‘ThelateLordChancellor,gentlemen,wasveryfondofme,’saidMr.Pell.

           ‘Andwerycreditableinhim,too,’interposedMr.Weller.

           ‘Hear,hear,’assentedMr.Pell’sclient.‘Whyshouldn’thebe?

           ‘Ah!Why,indeed!’saidaveryred-facedman,whohadsaidnothingyet,andwholookedextremelyunlikelytosayanythingmore.‘Whyshouldn’the?’

           Amurmurofassentranthroughthecompany.

           ‘Iremember,gentlemen,’saidMr.Pell,‘diningwithhimononeoccasion;therewasonlyustwo,buteverythingassplendidasiftwentypeoplehadbeenexpectedthegreatsealonadumb-waiterathisrighthand,andamaninabag-wigandsuitofarmourguardingthemacewithadrawnswordandsilkstockingswhichisperpetuallydone,gentlemen,nightandday;whenhesaid,"Pell,"hesaid,"nofalsedelicacy,Pell.You’reamanoftalent;youcangetanybodythroughtheInsolventCourt,Pell;andyourcountryshouldbeproudofyou."Thosewerehisverywords."MyLord,"Isaid,"youflatterme."—"Pell,"hesaid,"ifIdo,I’mdamned.

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