'Hope you're not cold, Weller.' 'Not by no means, Blazes,' replied Sam.

'It 'ud be a wery chilly subject as felt cold wen you stood opposite.

You'd save coals if they put you behind the fender in the waitin'-room at a public office, you would.' As this retort appeared to convey rather a personal allusion to Mr.
Tuckle's crimson livery, that gentleman looked majestic for a few seconds, but gradually edging away from the fire, broke into a forced smile, and said it wasn't bad.
'Wery much obliged for your good opinion, sir,' replied Sam.

'We shall get on by degrees, I des-say.

We'll try a better one by and bye.' At this point the conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a gentleman in orange-coloured plush, accompanied by another selection in purple cloth, with a great extent of stocking.