'You're given to nervousness, ain't you, Sir?' inquired Mr. Weller, senior, eyeing the stranger askance, as he mounted to his place.
'Yes; I always am rather about these little matters,'said the stranger, 'but I am all right now—quite right.''Well, that's a blessin', said Mr. Weller. 'Sammy, help your master up to the box; t'other leg, Sir, that's it;give us your hand, Sir. Up with you. You was a lighter weight when you was a boy, sir.'