I wish you could ha' heard how the women screamed, Sammy, ven they picked up the shepherd from underneath the table--Hollo! here's the governor, the size of life.' As Mr.Weller spoke, Mr.Pickwick dismounted from a cab, and entered the yard.

'Fine mornin', Sir,' said Mr.Weller, senior.
'Beautiful indeed,' replied Mr.Pickwick.
'Beautiful indeed,' echoes a red-haired man with an inquisitive nose and green spectacles, who had unpacked himself from a cab at the same moment as Mr.Pickwick.

'Going to Ipswich, Sir ?' 'I am,' replied Mr.Pickwick.
'Extraordinary coincidence.

So am I.' Mr.Pickwick bowed.
'Going outside ?' said the red-haired man.

Mr.Pickwick bowed again.
'Bless my soul, how remarkable--I am going outside, too,' said the red-haired man; 'we are positively going together.' And the red-haired man, who was an important-looking, sharp-nosed, mysterious-spoken personage, with a bird-like habit of giving his head a jerk every time he said anything, smiled as if he had made one of the strangest discoveries that ever fell to the lot of human wisdom.
'I am happy in the prospect of your company, Sir,' said Mr.Pickwick.
'Ah,' said the new-comer, 'it's a good thing for both of us, isn't it?
Company, you see--company--is--is--it's a very different thing from solitude--ain't it ?' 'There's no denying that 'ere,' said Mr.Weller, joining in the conversation, with an affable smile.