Will you take a drop o' somethin' this mornin', Mr.Trotter ?' Mr.Trotter acquiesced in this agreeable proposal; and having deposited his book in his coat pocket, accompanied Mr.Weller to the tap, where they were soon occupied in discussing an exhilarating compound, formed by mixing together, in a pewter vessel, certain quantities of British Hollands and the fragrant essence of the clove.
'And what sort of a place have you got ?' inquired Sam, as he filled his companion's glass, for the second time.
'Bad,' said Job, smacking his lips, 'very bad.' 'You don't mean that ?' said Sam.
'I do, indeed.

Worse than that, my master's going to be married.' 'No.' 'Yes; and worse than that, too, he's going to run away with an immense rich heiress, from boarding-school.' 'What a dragon!' said Sam, refilling his companion's glass.

'It's some boarding-school in this town, I suppose, ain't it ?' Now, although this question was put in the most careless tone imaginable, Mr.Job Trotter plainly showed by gestures that he perceived his new friend's anxiety to draw forth an answer to it.

He emptied his glass, looked mysteriously at his companion, winked both of his small eyes, one after the other, and finally made a motion with his arm, as if he were working an imaginary pump-handle; thereby intimating that he (Mr.Trotter) considered himself as undergoing the process of being pumped by Mr.Samuel Weller.
'No, no,' said Mr.Trotter, in conclusion, 'that's not to be told to everybody.

That is a secret--a great secret, Mr.Walker.' As the mulberry man said this, he turned his glass upside down, by way of reminding his companion that he had nothing left wherewith to slake his thirst.