comes in, out of charity, to sit with her, and make her comfortable," resumed Mrs. Cluppins, glancing at the tin saucepan and the Dutch oven, "it's shocking!"
"Barbareous," said Mrs. Sanders.
"And your master, young man! A gentleman with money, as could never feel the expense of a wife, no more than nothing," continued Mrs. Cluppins, with great volubility; why there ain't the faintest shade of an excuse for his behaviour! Why don't he marry her?"
"Ah," said Sam, "to be sure; that's the question."
"Question, indeed," retorted Mrs. Cluppins; "she'd question him, if she'd my spirit. Hows'ever, there is law for us women, mis'rable creeturs as they'd make us, if they could; and that your master will find out, young man, to his cost, afore he's six months older."
At this consolatory reflection, Mrs. Cluppins bridled up, and smiled at Mrs. Sanders, who smiled back again.
"The action's going on, and no mistake," thought Sam, as Mrs. Bardell re-entered with the receipt.
"Here's the receipt, Mr. Weller," said Mrs. Bardell," and here's the change, and I hope you'll take a little drop of something to keep the cold out, if it's only for old acquaintance' sake, Mr. Weller."
Sam saw the advantage he should gain, and at once acquiesced; whereupon Mrs. Bardell produced, from a small closet, a black bottle and a wine glass; and so great was her abstraction, in her deep mental affliction, that, after filling Mr. Weller's glass, she brought out three more wine glasses, and filled them too.
"Lauk, Mrs. Bardell," said Mrs. Cluppins, "see what you've been and done!"
"Well, that is a good one!" ejaculated Mrs. Sanders.
"Ah, my poor head!" said Mrs. Bardell, with a faint smile.
Sam understood all this, of course, so he said at once, that he never could drink before supper, unless a lady drank with him. A great deal of laughing ensued, and Mrs. Sanders
