ILLUSTRATIVE, LIKE THE PRECEDING ONE, OF THE OLDPROVERB, THAT ADVERSITY BRINGS A MAN ACQUAINTED WITH STRANGE BED-FELLOWS.
LIKEWISE CONTAINING MR.PICKWICK'S EXTRAORDINARY AND STARTLING ANNOUNCEMENTTO MR.SAMUEL WELLER
W HEN Mr.Pickwick opened his eyes next morning, the first object upon which they rested was Samuel Weller, seated upon a small black portmanteau, intently regarding, apparently in a condition of profound abstraction, the stately figure of the dashing Mr.Smangle:
while Mr.Smangle himself, who was already partially dressed, was seated on his bedstead, occupied in the desperately hopeless attempt of staring Mr.Weller out of countenance.We say desperately hopeless, because Sam, with a comprehensive gaze which took in Mr.Smangle's cap, feet, head, face, legs, and whiskers, all at the same time, continued to look steadily on, with every demonstration of lively satisfaction, but with no more regard to Mr.Smangle's personal sentiments on the subject than he would have displayed had he been inspecting a wooden statue, or a straw-embowelled Guy Faux.
"Well; will you know me again?" said Mr.Smangle, with a frown.
"I'd svear to you anyveres, sir," replied Sam, cheerfully.
"Don't be impertinent to a gentleman, sir," said Mr.Smangle.
"Not on no account," replied Sam."If you'll tell me wen he wakes, I'll be upon the wery best extra-super behaviour!" This observation, having a remote tendency to imply that Mr.Smangle was no gentleman, kindled his ire.
"Mivins!" said Mr.Smangle, with a passionate air.
"What's the office?" replied that gentleman from his couch.
"Who the devil is this fellow?"
"'Gad," said Mr.Mivins, looking lazily out from under the bed-clothes, "I ought to ask you that.Hasn't he any business here?""No," replied Mr.Smangle.
"Then knock him down-stairs, and tell him not to presume to get up till I come and kick him," rejoined Mr.Mivins; with this prompt advice that excellent gentleman again betook himself to slumber.
The conversation exhibiting these unequivocal symptoms of verging on the personal, Mr.Pickwick deemed it a fit point at which to interpose.
"Sam," said Mr.Pickwick.
"Sir," rejoined that gentleman.
"Has anything new occurred since last night?""Nothin' partickler, sir," replied Sam, glancing at Mr.Smangle's whiskers;"the late prewailance of a close and confined atmosphere has been rayther favourable to the growth of veeds, of an alarmin' and sangvinary natur;but vith that 'ere exception things is quiet enough.""I shall get up," said Mr.Pickwick; "give me some clean things."Whatever hostile intentions Mr.Smangle might have entertained, his thoughts were speedily diverted by the unpacking of the portmanteau; the contents of which appeared to impress him at once with a most favourable opinion, not only of Mr.Pickwick, but of Sam also, who, he took an early opportunity of declaring in a tone of voice loud enough for that eccentric personage to overhear, was a regular thoroughbred original, and consequently the very man after his own heart.As to Mr.Pickwick, the affection he conceived for him knew no limits.
"Now is there anything I can do for you, my dear sir?" said Smangle.
"Nothing that I am aware of, I am obliged to you," replied Mr.Pickwick.
"No linen that you want sent to the washerwoman's? I know a delightful washerwoman outside, that comes for my things twice a week; and, by Jove!--how devilish lucky!--this is the day she calls.Shall I put any of those little things up with mine? Don't say anything about the trouble.Confound and curse it! if one gentleman under a cloud, is not to put himself a little out of the way to assist another gentleman in the same condition, what's human nature?"Thus spake Mr.Smangle, edging himself meanwhile as near as possible to the portmanteau, and beaming forth looks of the most fervent and disinterested friendship.
"There's nothing you want to give out for the man to brush, my dear creature, is there?" resumed Smangle.
"Nothin' whatever, my fine feller," rejoined Sam, taking the reply into his own mouth."P'raps if vun of us wos to brush, without troubling the man, it 'ud be more agreeable for all parties, as the schoolmaster said wen the young gentleman objected to being flogged by the butler.""And there's nothing that I can send in my little box to the washerwoman's, is there?" said Smangle, turning from Sam to Mr.Pickwick, with an air of some discomfiture.
"Nothin' whatever, sir," retorted Sam; "I'm afeerd the little box must be chock full o'your own as it is."This speech was accompanied with such a very expressive look at that particular portion of Mr.Smangle's attire, by the appearance of which the skill of laundresses in getting up gentlemen's linen is generally tested, that he was fain to turn upon his heel, and, for the present at any rate, to give up all design on Mr.Pickwick's purse and wardrobe.He accordingly retired in dudgeon to the racket-ground, where he made a light and wholesome breakfast on a couple of the cigars which had been purchased on the previous night.
Mr.Mivins, who was no smoker, and whose account for small articles of chandlery had also reached down to the bottom of the slate, and been "carried over" to the other side, remained in bed, and, in his own words, "took it out in sleep."After breakfasting in a small closet attached to the coffee-room, which bore the imposing title of the Snuggery; the temporary inmate of which, in consideration of a small additional charge, had the unspeakable advantage of overhearing all the conversation in the coffee-room aforesaid; and after dispatching Mr.Weller on some necessary errands, Mr.Pickwick repaired to the Lodge, to consult Mr.Roker concerning his future accommodation.
