repeated the following distich with more celerity than fervour:—
"Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on!"
"Nhm!" said the lady, and maintained an awful silence.
"Well, ma'am," said I, "it seems we are never to hear the beginning of your terms, let alone the end of them. Come—a good movement! and let us be either off or on."
She opened her lips slowly. "Ony raferences?" she inquired, in a voice like a bell.
I opened my pocket-book and showed her a handful of bank-bills. "I think, madam, that these are unexceptionable," said I.
"Ye'll be wantin' breakfast late?" was her reply.
"Madam, we want breakfast at whatever hour it suits you to give it, from four in the morning till four in the afternoon!" I cried. "Only tell us your figure, if your mouth be large enough to let it out!"
"I couldnae give ye supper the nicht," came the echo.
"We shall go out to supper, you incorrigible female!" I vowed, between laughter and tears. "Here—this is going to end! I want you for a landlady—let me tell you that!—and I am going to have my way. You won't tell me what you charge? Very well; I will do without! I can trust you! You don't seem to know when you have a good lodger; but I know perfectly when I have an honest landlady! Rowley, unstrap the valises!"
Will it be credited? The monomaniac fell to rating me for my indiscretion! But the battle was over; these were her last guns, and more in the nature of a salute than of renewed hostilities. And presently she condescended on very moderate terms, and Rowley and I were able to escape
