'
During the progress of the foregoing remarks, which Mrs Gamp had
addressed exclusively to the barber, Mr Bailey had been tying his
cravat, getting on his coat, and making hideous faces at himself in the
glass. Being now personally addressed by Mrs Gamp, he turned round, and
mingled in the conversation.
'You ain't been in the City, I suppose, sir, since we was all three
there together,' said Mrs Gamp, 'at Mr Chuzzlewit's?'
'Yes, I have, Sairah. I was there last night.'
'Last night!' cried the barber.
'Yes, Poll, reether so. You can call it this morning, if you like to be
particular. He dined with us.'
'Who does that young Limb mean by "hus?"' said Mrs Gamp, with most
impatient emphasis.
'Me and my Governor, Sairah. He dined at our house. We wos very merry,
Sairah. So much so, that I was obliged to see him home in a hackney
coach at three o'clock in the morning.' It was on the tip of the boy's
tongue to relate what had followed; but remembering how easily it might
be carried to his master's ears, and the repeated cautions he had had
from Mr Crimple 'not to chatter,' he checked himself; adding, only, 'She
was sitting up, expecting him.
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