My dear we made them some hot tea and toast and some hot brandy-and– water with a little comfortable nutmeg in it, and at first they were scared and low in their spirits but being fully insured got sociable. And the first use Mr. Buffle made of his tongue was to call the Major his Preserver and his best of friends and to say 'My for ever dearest sir let me make you known to Mrs. Buffle' which also addressed him as her Preserver and her best of friends and was fully as cordial as the blanket would admit of. Also Miss Buffle. The articled young gentleman's head was a little light and he sat a moaning 'Robina is reduced to cinders, Robina is reduced to cinders!' Which went more to the heart on account of his having got wrapped in his blanket as if he was looking out of a violinceller case, until Mr. Buffle says 'Robina speak to him!' Miss Buffle says 'Dear George!' and but for the Major's pouring down brandy- and-water on the instant which caused a catching in his throat owing to the nutmeg and a violent fit of coughing it might have proved too much for his strength. When the articled young gentleman got the better of it Mr. Buffle leaned up against Mrs. Buffle being two bundles, a little while in confidence, and then says with tears in his eyes which the Major noticing wiped, 'We have not been an united family, let us after this danger become so, take her George.' The young gentleman could not put his arm out far to do it, but his spoken expressions were very beautiful though of a wandering class. And I do not know that I ever had a much pleasanter meal than the breakfast we took together after we had all dozed, when Miss Buffle made tea very sweetly in quite the Roman style as depicted formerly at Covent Garden Theatre and when the whole family was most agreeable, as they have ever proved since that night when the Major stood at the foot of the Fire-Escape and claimed them as they came down—the young gentleman head-foremost, which accounts. And though I do not say that we should be less liable to think ill of one another if strictly limited to blankets, still I do say that we might most of us come to a better understanding if we kept one another less at a distance.
Why there's Wozenham's lower down on the other side of the street. I had a feeling of much soreness several years respecting what I must still ever call Miss Wozenham's systematic underbidding and the likeness of the house in Bradshaw having far too many windows and a most umbrageous and outrageous Oak which never yet was seen in Norfolk Street nor yet a carriage and four at Wozenham's door, which it would have been far more to Bradshaw's credit to have drawn a cab. This frame of mind continued bitter down to the very afternoon in January last when one of my girls, Sally Rairyganoo which I still suspect of Irish extraction though family represented Cambridge, else why abscond with a bricklayer of the Limerick persuasion and be married in pattens not waiting till his black eye was decently got round with all the company fourteen in number and one horse fighting outside on the roof of the vehicle,—I repeat my dear my ill– regulated state of mind towards Miss Wozenham continued down to the very afternoon of January last past when Sally Rairyganoo came banging (I can use no milder expression) into my room with a jump which may be Cambridge and may not, and said 'Hurroo Missis! Miss Wozenham's sold up!' My dear when I had it thrown in my face and conscience that the girl Sally had reason to think I could be glad of the ruin of a fellow-creeter, I burst into tears and dropped back in my chair and I says 'I am ashamed of myself!'
Well! I tried to settle to my tea but I could not do it what with thinking of Miss Wozenham and her distresses. It was a wretched night and I went up to a front window and looked over at Wozenham's and as well as I could make it out down the street in the fog it was the dismallest of the dismal and not a light to be seen. So at last I save to myself 'This will not do,' and I puts on my oldest bonnet and shawl not wishing Miss Wozenham to be reminded of my best at such a time, and lo and behold you I goes over to Wozenham's and knocks. 'Miss Wozenham at home?' I says turning my head when I heard the door go. And then I saw it was Miss Wozenham herself who had opened it and sadly worn she was poor thing and her eyes all swelled and swelled with crying. 'Miss Wozenham' I says 'it is several years since there was a little unpleasantness betwixt us on the subject of my grandson's cap being down your Airy. I have overlooked it and I hope you have done the same.' 'Yes Mrs. Lirriper' she says in a surprise, I have.' 'Then my dear' I says 'I should be glad to come in and speak a word to you.' Upon my calling her my dear Miss Wozenham breaks out a crying most pitiful, and a not unfeeling elderly person that might have been better shaved in a nightcap with a hat over it offering a polite apology for the mumps having worked themselves into his constitution, and also for sending home to his wife on the bellows which was in his hand as a writing– desk, looks out of the back parlour and says 'The lady wants a word of comfort' and goes in again. So I was able to say quite natural 'Wants a word of comfort does she sir? Then please the pigs she shall have it!' And Miss Wozenham and me we go into the front room with a wretched light that seemed to have been crying too and was sputtering out, and I says 'Now my dear, tell me all,' and she wrings her hands and says 'O Mrs. Lirriper that man is in possession here, and I have not a friend in the world who is able to help me with a shilling.'
It doesn't signify a bit what a talkative old body like me said to Miss Wozenham when she said that, and so I'll tell you instead my dear that I'd have given thirty shillings to have taken her over to tea, only I durstn't on account of the Major. Not you see but what I knew I could draw the Major out like thread and wind him round my finger on most subjects and perhaps even on that if I was to set myself to it, but him and me had so often belied Miss Wozenham to one another that I was shamefaced, and I knew she had offended his pride and never mine, and likewise I felt timid that that Rairyganoo girl might make things awkward. So I says 'My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.' And we had the tea and the affairs too and after all it was but forty pound, and—There! she's as industrious and straight a creeter as ever lived and has paid back half of it already, and where's the use of saying more, particularly when it ain't the point? For the point is that when she was a kissing my hands and holding them in hers and kissing them again and blessing blessing blessing, I cheered up at last and I says 'Why what a waddling old goose I have been my dear to take you for something so very different!' 'Ah but I too' says she 'how have I mistaken YOU!' 'Come for goodness' sake tell me' I says 'what you thought of me?' 'O' says she 'I thought you had no feeling for such a hard hand-to-mouth life as mine, and were rolling in affluence.' I says shaking my sides (and very glad to do it for I had been a choking quite long enough) 'Only look at my figure my dear and give me your opinion whether if I was in affluence I should be likely to roll in it? 'That did it? We got as merry as grigs (whatever THEY are, if you happen to know my dear—I don't) and I went home to my blessed home as happy and as thankful as could be. But before I make an end of it, think even of my having misunderstood the Major! Yes! For next forenoon the Major came into my little room with his brushed hat in his hand and he begins 'My dearest madam—' and then put his face in his hat as if he had just come into church. As I sat all in a maze he came out of his hat and began again. 'My esteemed and beloved friend —' and then went into his hat again. 'Major,' I cries out frightened 'has anything happened to our darling boy?' 'No, no, no' says the Major 'but Miss Wozenham has been here this morning to make her excuses to me, and by the Lord I can't get over what she told me.' 'Hoity toity, Major,' I says 'you don't know yet that I was afraid of you last night and didn't think half as well of you as I ought! So come out of church Major and forgive me like a dear old friend and I'll never do so any more.' And I leave you to judge my dear whether I ever did or will. And how affecting to think of Miss Wozenham out of her small income and her losses doing so much for her poor old father, and keeping a brother that had had the misfortune to soften his brain against the hard mathematics as neat as a new pin in the three back represented to lodgers as a lumber-room and consuming a whole shoulder of mutton whenever provided!
Part II
And now my dear I really am a going to tell you about my Legacy if you're inclined to favour me with your attention, and I did fully intend to have come straight to it only one thing does so bring up another. It was the month of June and the day before Midsummer Day when my girl Winifred Madgers—she was what is termed a Plymouth Sister, and the Plymouth Brother that made away with her was quite right, for a tidier young woman for a wife never came into a house and afterwards called with the beautifullest Plymouth Twins—it was the day before Midsummer Day when Winifred Madgers comes and says to me 'A gentleman from the Consul's wishes particular to speak to Mrs. Lirriper.' If you'll believe me my dear the Consols at the bank where I have a little matter for Jemmy got into my head, and I says 'Good gracious I hope he ain't had any dreadful fall!' Says Winifred 'He don't look as if he had ma'am.' And I says 'Show him in.'
The gentleman came in dark and with his hair cropped what I should consider too close, and he says very polite 'Madame Lirrwiper!' I says, 'Yes sir. Take a chair.' 'I come,' says he 'frrwom the Frrwench Consul's.' So I saw at once that it wasn't the Bank of England. 'We have rrweceived,' says the gentleman turning his r's very curious and skilful, 'frrwom the Mairrwie at Sens, a communication which I will have the honour to rrwead. Madame Lirrwiper understands Frrwench?' 'O dear no sir!' says I. 'Madame Lirriper don't understand anything of the sort.' 'It
