“Ah!” said Arabella, drawing nearer the wall.
“Ah, indeed,” said Sam. “Ve thought ve should ha’ been obliged to straight-veskit him last night; he’s been a ravin’ all day; and he says if he can’t see you afore to-morrow night’s over, he vishes he may be somethin’-unpleasanted if he don’t drownd hisself.”
“Oh no, no, Mr. Weller!” said Arabella, clasping her hands.
“That’s wot he says, miss,” replied Sam. “He’s a man of his word, and it’s my opinion he’ll do it, miss. He’s heerd all about you from the Sawbones in barnacles.”
“From my brother!” said Arabella, having some faint recognition of Sam’s description.
“I don’t rightly know which is your brother, miss,” replied Sam. “Is it the dirtiest vun o’ the two?”
“Yes, yes, Mr. Weller,” returned Arabella, “go on. Make haste, pray.”
“Well miss,” said Sam, “he’s heerd all about it from him; and it’s the gov’nor’s opinion that if you don’t see him wery quick, the Sawbones as we’ve been a speaking on, ’ull get as much extra lead in his head as’ll damage the dewelopment o’ the orgins if they ever put it in spirits artervards.”
“Oh, what can I do to prevent these dreadful quarrels!” exclaimed Arabella.
“It’s the suspicion of a priory ’tachment as is the cause of it all,” replied Sam. “You’d better see him, miss.”