'And so glad to see us--that makes it so much more comfortable,' said Sam.

'Sit down; sit down.' Mr.Trotter suffered himself to be forced into a chair by the fireside.
He cast his small eyes, first on Mr.Weller, and then on Mr.Muzzle, but said nothing.
'Well, now,' said Sam, 'afore these here ladies, I should jest like to ask you, as a sort of curiosity, whether you don't consider yourself as nice and well-behaved a young gen'l'm'n, as ever used a pink check pocket-handkerchief, and the number four collection ?' 'And as was ever a-going to be married to a cook,' said that lady indignantly.

'The willin!' 'And leave off his evil ways, and set up in the chandlery line arterwards,' said the housemaid.
'Now, I'll tell you what it is, young man,' said Mr.Muzzle solemnly, enraged at the last two allusions, 'this here lady (pointing to the cook) keeps company with me; and when you presume, Sir, to talk of keeping chandlers' shops with her, you injure me in one of the most delicatest points in which one man can injure another.

Do you understand that, Sir ?' Here Mr.Muzzle, who had a great notion of his eloquence, in which he imitated his master, paused for a reply.
But Mr.Trotter made no reply.

So Mr.Muzzle proceeded in a solemn manner-- 'It's very probable, sir, that you won't be wanted upstairs for several minutes, Sir, because MY master is at this moment particularly engaged in settling the hash of YOUR master, Sir; and therefore you'll have leisure, Sir, for a little private talk with me, Sir.