'It shall be made good to-morrow night,' said Mrs Gamp 'Honorable. I had
to go and fetch my things.' She had begun to make signs of inquiry in
reference to the position of the patient and his overhearing them--for
there was a screen before the door--when Mrs Prig settled that point
easily.
'Oh!' she said aloud, 'he's quiet, but his wits is gone. It an't no
matter wot you say.'
'Anythin' to tell afore you goes, my dear?' asked Mrs Gamp, setting her
bundle down inside the door, and looking affectionately at her partner.
'The pickled salmon,' Mrs Prig replied, 'is quite delicious. I can
partlck'ler recommend it. Don't have nothink to say to the cold meat,
for it tastes of the stable. The drinks is all good.'
Mrs Gamp expressed herself much gratified.
'The physic and them things is on the drawers and mankleshelf,' said
Mrs Prig, cursorily. 'He took his last slime draught at seven. The
easy-chair an't soft enough. You'll want his piller.'
Mrs Gamp thanked her for these hints, and giving her a friendly good
night, held the door open until she had disappeared at the other end
of the gallery.
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