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your patronage, and also for your recommendations, gentlemen, when- ever additional assistance in waiting is required. I hope, gentlemen, I give satisfaction." ^^ " No, you don't, Sir," said Mr. Tuckle. " Very far from it. Sir."

« We consider you an inattentive reskel," said the gentleman in the orange plush.

'^ And a low thief," added the gentleman in the green-foil smalls.

" And an unreclaimable blaygaird," added the gentleman in purple.

The poor greengrocer bowed very humbly while these little epithets were bestowed upon him, in the true spirit of the very smallest tyranny ; and when every body had said something to show his superiority, Mr. Tuckle proceeded to carve the leg of mutton, and to help the company.

This important business of the evening had hardly commenced, when the door was thrown briskly open, and another gentleman in a light-blue suit, and leaden buttons, made his appearance.

« Against the rules," said Mr. Tuckle. «' Too late, too late."

" No, no ; positively I couldn't help it," said the gentleman in blue. at the theayter."
 * I appeal to the company — an affair of gallantry now — an appintment

" Oh, that indeed," said the gentleman in the orange plush.

" Yes ; raly now, honour bright," said the man in blue. '' I made a promese to fetch our youngest daughter at half-past ten, and she is such an uncauminly fine gal, that I raly hadn't the art to disappint her. No offence to the present company, Sir, but a petticut, Sir, — a petti- cut. Sir, is irrevokeahle."

" I begin to suspect there's something in that quarter," said Tuckle, as the new comer took his seat next Sam. " I've remarked once or twice, that she leans very heavy on your shoulder when she gets in and out of the carriage."

not fair. I may have said to one or two friends that she was a very- divine creechure, and had refused one or two offers without any hobvus cause, but — no, no, no, indeed, Tuckle — before strangers, too^ — it's not right — you shouldn't. Delicacy, my dear friend, delicacy." And the man in blue, pulling up his neckerchief, and adjusting his coat cuffs, nodded and frowned as if there were more behind which he could say if he liked, but was bound in honour to suppress.
 * ' Oh raly, raly, Tuckle, you shouldn't," said the man in blue. " It's

The man in blue being a light-haired, stiff-necked, free and easy sort of footman, with a swaggering air and pert face, had attracted Mr. Weller's especial attention at first, but when he began to come out in this way, Sam felt more than ever disposed to cultivate his acquaintance ; so he launched himself into the conversation at once, with characteristic independence.

" Your health, Sir," said Sam. '^ I like your conwersation much. I think it's wery pretty."

At this the man in blue smiled as if it were a compliment he was well used to ; but looked approvingly on Sam at the same time, and said he hoped he should be better acquainted with him, for without any flattery