`No,' repeated Mr. Pecksniff, after a little reflection. `I am not the less obliged to you on that account, Mr. Jonas, for your liberal hospitality; but there really is no one.'

`Very well,' said Jonas; `then you, and I, and Chuffey, and the doctor, will be just a coachful. We'll have the doctor, Pecksniff, because he knows what was the matter with him, and that it couldn't be helped.'

`Where is our dear friend, Mr. Chuffey?' asked Pecksniff, looking round the chamber, and winking both his eyes at once. For he was overcome by his feelings.

But here he was interrupted by Mrs. Gamp, who, divested of her bonnet and shawl, came sidling and bridling into the room; and with some sharpness demanded a conference outside the door with Mr. Pecksniff.

`You may say whatever you wish to say here, Mrs. Gamp,' said that gentleman, shaking his head with a melancholy expression.

`It is not much as I have to say when people is a-mourning for the dead and gone,' said Mrs. Gamp; `but what I have to say is to the pint and purpose, and no offence intended, must be so considered. I have been at a many places in my time, gentlemen, and I hope I knows what my duties is, and how the same should be performed: in course, if I did not, it would be very strange, and very wrong in sich a gentleman as Mr. Mould, which has undertook the highest families in this land, and given every satisfaction, so to recommend me as he does. I have seen a deal of trouble my own self,' said Mrs. Gamp, laying greater and greater stress upon her words, `and I can feel for them as has their feelings tried, but I am not a Rooshan or a Prooshan, and consequently cannot suffer spies to be set over me.'

Before it was possible that an answer could be returned, Mrs. Gamp, growing redder in the face, went on to say:

`It is not a easy matter, gentlemen, to live when you are left a widder woman; particular when your feelings works upon you to that extent that you often find yourself a-going out on terms which is a certain loss, and never can repay. But in whatever way you earns your bread, you may have rules and regulations of your own which cannot be broke through. Some people,' said Mrs. Gamp, again entrenching herself behind her strong point, as if it were not assailable by human ingenuity, `may be Rooshans, and others may be Prooshans; they are born so, and will please themselves. Them which is of other naturs thinks different.'

`If I understand this good lady,' said Mr. Pecksniff, turning to Jonas, `Mr. Chuffey is troublesome to her. Shall I fetch him down?'

`Do,' said Jonas. `I was going to tell you he was up there, when she came in. I'd go myself and bring him down, only -- only I'd rather you went, if you don't mind.'

Mr. Pecksniff promptly departed, followed by Mrs. Gamp, who, seeing that he took a bottle and glass from the cupboard, and carried it in his hand, was much softened.

`I am sure,' she said, `that if it wasn't for his own happiness, I should no more mind him being there, poor dear, than if he was a fly. But them as isn't used to these things, thinks so much of 'em afterwards, that it's a kindness to 'em not to let 'em have their wish. And even,' said Mrs. Gamp, probably in reference to some flowers of speech she had already strewn on Mr. Chuffey, `even if one calls 'em names, it's only done to rouse 'em.'

Whatever epithets she had bestowed on the old clerk, they had not roused him. He sat beside the bed, in the chair he had occupied all the previous night, with his hands folded before him, and his head bowed down; and neither looked up, on their entrance, nor gave any sign of consciousness, until Mr. Pecksniff took him by the arm, when he meekly rose.