'I like your conversation much.

I think it's wery pretty.' At this the man in blue smiled, as if it were a compliment he was well used to; but looked approvingly on Sam at the same time, and said he hoped he should be better acquainted with him, for without any flattery at all he seemed to have the makings of a very nice fellow about him, and to be just the man after his own heart.
'You're wery good, sir,' said Sam.

'What a lucky feller you are!' 'How do you mean ?' inquired the gentleman in blue.
'That 'ere young lady,' replied Sam.'She knows wot's wot, she does.

Ah! I see.' Mr.Weller closed one eye, and shook his head from side to side, in a manner which was highly gratifying to the personal vanity of the gentleman in blue.
'I'm afraid your a cunning fellow, Mr.Weller,' said that individual.
'No, no,' said Sam.

'I leave all that 'ere to you.