‘Oh, that was the vay, was it?’ said Mr. Weller. ‘To be sure it was,’ replied Job. ‘Vell,’ said Sam, as they had now arrived near the hotel, ‘I vant to have a little bit o’ talk with you, Job; so if you’re not partickler engaged, I should like to see you at the Great White Horse to-night, somewheres about eight o’clock.’ ‘I shall be sure to come,’ said Job. ‘Yes, you’d better,’ replied Sam, with a very meaning look, ‘or else I shall perhaps be askin’ arter you, at the other side of the green gate, and then I might cut you out, you know.’ ‘I shall be sure to be with you, sir,’ said Mr. Trotter; and wringing Sam’s hand with the utmost fervour, he walked away. ‘Take care, Job Trotter, take care,’ said Sam, looking after him, ‘or I shall be one too many for you this time. I shall, indeed.’ Having uttered this soliloquy, and looked after Job till he was to be seen no more, Mr. Weller made the best of his way to his master’s bedroom. ‘It’s all in training, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘What’s in training, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. ‘I’ve found ‘em out, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘Found out who?’ ‘That ‘ere queer customer, and the melan-cholly chap with the black hair.’ ‘Impossible, Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick, with the greatest energy. ‘Where are they, Sam: where are they?’ ‘Hush, hush!’ replied Mr. Weller; and as he assisted Mr. Pickwick to dress, he detailed the plan of action on which he proposed to enter. ‘But when is this to be done, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. ‘All in good time, Sir,’ replied Sam. Whether it was done in good time, or not, will be seen hereafter. CHAPTER XXIV. WHEREIN MR. PETER MAGNUS GROWS JEALOUS, AND THE MIDDLE- AGED LADY APPREHENSIVE, WHICH BRINGS THE PICKWICKIANS WITHIN THE GRASP OF THE LAW When Mr. Pickwick descended to the room in which he and Mr. Peter Magnus had spent the preceding evening, he found that gentleman with the major part of the contents of the two bags, the leathern hat-box, and the brown-paper parcel, displaying to all possible advantage on his person, while he himself was pacing up and down the room in a state of the utmost excitement and agitation. ‘Good-morning, Sir,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus. ‘What do you think of this, Sir?’ ‘Very effective indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, surveying the garments of Mr. Peter Magnus with a good-natured smile. ‘Yes, I think it’ll do,’ said Mr. Magnus. ‘Mr. Pickwick, Sir, I have sent up my card.’ ‘Have you?’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘And the waiter brought back word, that she would see me at eleven--at eleven, Sir; it only wants a quarter now.’ ‘Very near the time,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Yes, it is rather near,’ replied Mr. Magnus, ‘rather too near to be pleasant--eh! Mr. Pickwick, sir?’ ‘Confidence is a great thing in these cases,’ observed Mr. Pickwick.