'You rayther want somebody to look arter you, Sir, when your judgment goes out a wisitin'.' 'What do you mean by that, Sam ?' said Mr.Pickwick.He raised himself in bed, and extended his hand, as if he were about to say something more; but suddenly checking himself, turned round, and bade his valet 'Good-night.' 'Good-night, Sir,' replied Mr.Weller.He paused when he got outside the door--shook his head--walked on--stopped--snuffed the candle--shook his head again--and finally proceeded slowly to his chamber, apparently buried in the profoundest meditation..