I think it's five-and-twenty, but I don't rightly know vether it ain't more.' 'Well; that's pretty well,' said Sam.
'Besides,' continued Mr.Weller, not noticing the interruption, 'that's a wery different thing.

You know what the counsel said, Sammy, as defended the gen'l'm'n as beat his wife with the poker, venever he got jolly.

"And arter all, my Lord," says he, "it's a amiable weakness." So I says respectin' widders, Sammy, and so you'll say, ven you gets as old as me.' 'I ought to ha' know'd better, I know,' said Sam.
'Ought to ha' know'd better!' repeated Mr.Weller, striking the table with his fist.

'Ought to ha' know'd better! why, I know a young 'un as hasn't had half nor quarter your eddication--as hasn't slept about the markets, no, not six months--who'd ha' scorned to be let in, in such a vay; scorned it, Sammy.' In the excitement of feeling produced by this agonising reflection, Mr.Weller rang the bell, and ordered an additional pint of ale.
'Well, it's no use talking about it now,' said Sam.

'It's over, and can't be helped, and that's one consolation, as they always says in Turkey, ven they cuts the wrong man's head off.