Sam began to wonder where they were going, when his master turned round, and said-- 'Sam, I will go immediately to Mr.Perker's.' 'That's just exactly the wery place vere you ought to have gone last night, Sir,' replied Mr.Weller.
'I think it is, Sam,' said Mr.Pickwick.

'I KNOW it is,' said Mr.
Weller.
'Well, well, Sam,' replied Mr.Pickwick, 'we will go there at once; but first, as I have been rather ruffled, I should like a glass of brandy-and-water warm, Sam.

Where can I have it, Sam ?' Mr.Weller's knowledge of London was extensive and peculiar.

He replied, without the slightest consideration-- 'Second court on the right hand side--last house but vun on the same side the vay--take the box as stands in the first fireplace, 'cos there ain't no leg in the middle o' the table, which all the others has, and it's wery inconvenient.' Mr.Pickwick observed his valet's directions implicitly, and bidding Sam follow him, entered the tavern he had pointed out, where the hot brandy-and-water was speedily placed before him; while Mr.Weller, seated at a respectful distance, though at the same table with his master, was accommodated with a pint of porter.
The room was one of a very homely description, and was apparently under the especial patronage of stage-coachmen; for several gentleman, who had all the appearance of belonging to that learned profession, were drinking and smoking in the different boxes.

Among the number was one stout, red-faced, elderly man, in particular, seated in an opposite box, who attracted Mr.Pickwick's attention.