Sam observed the hint; and feeling the delicate manner in which it was conveyed, ordered the pewter vessel to be refilled, whereat the small eyes of the mulberry man glistened.
'And so it's a secret ?' said Sam.
'I should rather suspect it was,' said the mulberry man, sipping his liquor, with a complacent face.
'I suppose your mas'r's wery rich ?' said Sam.
Mr.Trotter smiled, and holding his glass in his left hand, gave four distinct slaps on the pockets of his mulberry indescribables with his right, as if to intimate that his master might have done the same without alarming anybody much by the chinking of coin.
'Ah,' said Sam, 'that's the game, is it ?' The mulberry man nodded significantly.
'Well, and don't you think, old feller,' remonstrated Mr.Weller, 'that if you let your master take in this here young lady, you're a precious rascal ?' 'I know that,' said Job Trotter, turning upon his companion a countenance of deep contrition, and groaning slightly, 'I know that, and that's what it is that preys upon my mind.

But what am I to do ?' 'Do!' said Sam; 'di-wulge to the missis, and give up your master.' 'Who'd believe me ?' replied Job Trotter.

'The young lady's considered the very picture of innocence and discretion.

She'd deny it, and so would my master.

Who'd believe me?
I should lose my place, and get indicted for a conspiracy, or some such thing; that's all I should take by my motion.' 'There's somethin' in that,' said Sam, ruminating; 'there's somethin' in that.' 'If I knew any respectable gentleman who would take the matter up,' continued Mr.Trotter.