'There's something besides births and berryins
in the newspapers, an't there, Mr Mould?'
Mr Mould winked at Mrs Mould, whom he had by this time taken on his
knee, and said: 'No doubt. A good deal more, Mrs Gamp. Upon my life, Mrs
Gamp is very far from bad, my dear!'
'There's marryings, an't there, sir?' said Mrs Gamp, while both the
daughters blushed and tittered. 'Bless their precious hearts, and well
they knows it! Well you know'd it too, and well did Mrs Mould, when you
was at their time of life! But my opinion is, you're all of one age now.
For as to you and Mrs Mould, sir, ever having grandchildren--'
'Oh! Fie, fie! Nonsense, Mrs Gamp,' replied the undertaker. 'Devilish
smart, though. Ca-pi-tal!'--this was in a whisper. 'My dear'--aloud
again--'Mrs Gamp can drink a glass of rum, I dare say. Sit down, Mrs
Gamp, sit down.'
Mrs Gamp took the chair that was nearest the door, and casting up her
eyes towards the ceiling, feigned to be wholly insensible to the fact of
a glass of rum being in preparation, until it was placed in her hand by
one of the young ladies, when she exhibited the greatest surprise.
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