“Take example of your father, my boy, and be wery careful o’ widders all your life.”
“I did,” said the son; and he proceeded to relate, in as few words as possible, how he had fallen a ready dupe to the stratagems of Job Trotter.
Mr. Weller senior listened to the tale with the most profound attention, and at its termination said:
“Worn’t one of these chaps slim and tall, with long hair, and the gift o’ the gab wery gallopin’?”
Mr. Pickwick did not quite understand the last item of description, but, comprehending the first, said “Yes” at a venture.
“T’other’s a black-haired chap in mulberry livery, with a wery large head?”
“Yes, yes, he is,” said Mr. Pickwick and Sam, with great earnestness.
“Then I know where they are, and that’s all about it,” said Mr. Weller; “they’re at Ipswich, safe enough, them two.”