“Lor’, do adun, Mr. Weller!”
“Why, how did you come here?” said Mary, when the conversation to which this interruption had been offered was resumed.
“O’ course I came to look arter you, my darlin’,” replied Mr. Weller; for once permitting his passion to get the better of his veracity.
“And how did you know I was here?” inquired Mary. “Who could have told you that I took another service at Ipswich, and that they afterwards moved all the way here? Who could have told you that, Mr. Weller?”
“Ah to be sure,” said Sam, with a cunning look, “that’s the pint. Who could ha’ told me?”
“It wasn’t Mr. Muzzle, was it?” inquired Mary.
“Oh no,” replied Sam, with a solemn shake of the head, “it warn’t him.”