'I have no objection, Sam, to your endeavouring to ascertain how Mrs.Bardell herself seems disposed towards me, and whether it is really probable that this vile and groundless action is to be carried to extremity.

I say I do not object to you doing this, if you wish it, Sam,' said Mr.Pickwick.
Sam gave a short nod of intelligence, and left the room.

Mr.Pickwick drew the silk handkerchief once more over his head, And composed himself for a nap.

Mr.Weller promptly walked forth, to execute his commission.
It was nearly nine o'clock when he reached Goswell Street.

A couple of candles were burning in the little front parlour, and a couple of caps were reflected on the window-blind.