Mrs Gamp was so very much astonished by his
affable manners and great ease, that she was about to propound to her
landlord in a whisper the staggering inquiry, whether he was a man or
a boy, when Mr Sweedlepipe, anticipating her design, made a timely
diversion.
'He knows Mrs Chuzzlewit,' said Paul aloud.
'There's nothin' he don't know; that's my opinion,' observed Mrs Gamp.
'All the wickedness of the world is Print to him.'
Mr Bailey received this as a compliment, and said, adjusting his cravat,
'reether so.'
'As you knows Mrs Chuzzlewit, you knows, p'raps, what her chris'en name
is?' Mrs Gamp observed.
'Charity,' said Bailey.
'That it ain't!' cried Mrs Gamp.
'Cherry, then,' said Bailey. 'Cherry's short for it. It's all the same.'
'It don't begin with a C at all,' retorted Mrs Gamp, shaking her head.
'It begins with a M.'
'Whew!' cried Mr Bailey, slapping a little cloud of pipe-clay out of his
left leg, 'then he's been and married the merry one!'
As these words were mysterious, Mrs Gamp called upon him to explain,
which Mr Bailey proceeded to do; that lady listening greedily to
everything he said.
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