He was yet in the fullness of his narrative when the
sound of wheels, and a double knock at the street door, announced the
arrival of the newly married couple. Begging him to reserve what more he
had to say for her hearing on the way home, Mrs Gamp took up the candle,
and hurried away to receive and welcome the young mistress of the house.
'Wishing you appiness and joy with all my art,' said Mrs Gamp, dropping
a curtsey as they entered the hall; 'and you, too, sir. Your lady looks
a little tired with the journey, Mr Chuzzlewit, a pretty dear!'
'She has bothered enough about it,' grumbled Mr Jonas. 'Now, show a
light, will you?'
'This way, ma'am, if you please,' said Mrs Gamp, going upstairs before
them. 'Things has been made as comfortable as they could be, but there's
many things you'll have to alter your own self when you gets time
to look about you! Ah! sweet thing! But you don't,' added Mrs Gamp,
internally, 'you don't look much like a merry one, I must say!'
It was true; she did not. The death that had gone before the bridal
seemed to have left its shade upon the house.
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