'Certainly not,' replied Mr.Pickwick.
'Mayn't I kick him out o' the gate, Sir ?' said Mr.Weller.
'Not on any account,' replied his master.
For the first time since his engagement, Mr.Weller looked, for a moment, discontented and unhappy.

But his countenance immediately cleared up; for the wily Mr.Muzzle, by concealing himself behind the street door, and rushing violently out, at the right instant, contrived with great dexterity to overturn both Mr.Jingle and his attendant, down the flight of steps, into the American aloe tubs that stood beneath.
'Having discharged my duty, Sir,' said Mr.Pickwick to Mr.Nupkins, 'I will, with my friends, bid you farewell.

While we thank you for such hospitality as we have received, permit me to assure you, in our joint names, that we should not have accepted it, or have consented to extricate ourselves in this way, from our previous dilemma, had we not been impelled by a strong sense of duty.

We return to London to-morrow.
Your secret is safe with us.' Having thus entered his protest against their treatment of the morning, Mr.Pickwick bowed low to the ladies, and notwithstanding the solicitations of the family, left the room with his friends.
'Get your hat, Sam,' said Mr.Pickwick.
'It's below stairs, Sir,' said Sam, and he ran down after it.
Now, there was nobody in the kitchen, but the pretty housemaid; and as Sam's hat was mislaid, he had to look for it, and the pretty housemaid lighted him.

They had to look all over the place for the hat.