“Vell, George,” said Mr. Weller senior, taking off his upper coat, and seating himself with his accustomed gravity, “how is it? All right behind, and full inside?”
“All right, old feller,” replied the embarrassed gentleman.
“Is the grey mare made over to anybody?” inquired Mr. Weller, anxiously.
George nodded in the affirmative.
“Vell, that’s all right,” said Mr. Weller. “Coach taken care on also?”
“Con-signed in a safe quarter,” replied George, wringing the heads off half a dozen shrimps, and swallowing them without any more ado.
“Wery good, wery good,” said Mr. Weller. “Alvays see to the drag ven you go down hill. Is the vay-bill all clear and straight for’erd?”
“The schedule, sir,” said Pell, guessing at Mr. Weller’s meaning, “the schedule is as plain and satisfactory as pen and ink can make it.”
Mr. Weller nodded in a manner which bespoke his inward approval of these arrangements; and then, turning to Mr. Pell, said, pointing to his friend George:
“Ven do you take his cloths off?”