How the Pickwickians made and cultivated the acquaintance of a couple of nice young men belonging to one of the liberal professions; how they disported themselves on the ice; and how their first visit came to a conclusion
"WELL, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick as that favoured servitor entered his bed-chamber with his warm water, on the morning of Christmas Day, "Still frosty?"
"Water in the wash-hand basin's a mask o' ice, sir," responded Sam.
"Severe weather, Sam," observed Mr. Pickwick.
"Fine time for them as is well wropped up, as the Polar Bear said to himself, ven he was practising his skating," replied Mr. Weller.
"I shall be down in a quarter of an hour, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, untying his nightcap.
"Wery good, sir," replied Sam. "There's a couple o' Sawbones down-stairs."
"A couple of what!" exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, sitting up in bed.
"A couple o' Sawbones," said Sam.
"What's a Sawbones?" inquired Mr. Pickwick, not quite certain whether it was a live animal, or something to eat.
"What! Don't you know what a Sawbones is, sir?" inquired Mr. Weller. "I thought everybody know'd as a Sawbones was a Surgeon."
"Oh, a Surgeon, eh?" said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile.
"Just that, sir," replied Sam. "These here ones as is below, though, ain't reg'lar thorough-bred Sawbones; they're only in trainin'."
"In other words they're Medical Students, I suppose?" said Mr. Pickwick.
Sam Weller nodded assent.
"I am glad of it," said Mr. Pickwick, casting his nightcap energetically on the counterpane, "They are fine fellows; very fine fellows; with judgments matured by observation and reflection; tastes refined by reading and study. I am very glad of it."
"They're a smokin' cigars by the kitchen fire," said Sam.
"Ah!" observed Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his hands, "over-flowing with kindly feelings and animal spirits. Just what I like to see."
"And one on 'em," said Sam, not noticing his master's interruption, "one on 'em's got his legs on the table, and is a drinkin' brandy neat, vile the t'other one--him in the barnacles--has got a barrel o' oysters atween his knees, wich he's a openin' like steam, and as fast as he eats 'em, he takes a aim vith the shells at young dropsy, who's a sittin' down fast asleep, in the chimbley corner."
"Eccentricities of genius, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick. "You may retire."
Sam did retire accordingly; Mr. Pickwick, at the expiration of the quarter of an hour, went down to breakfast.
"Here he is at last!" said old Mr. Wardle. "Pickwick, this is Miss Allen's brother, Mr. Benjamin Allen. Ben we call him, and so may you if you like. This gentleman is his very particular friend, Mr.--"
"Mr. Bob Sawyer," interposed Mr. Benjamin Allen; whereupon Mr. Bob Sawyer and Mr. Benjamin Allen laughed in concert.
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