But they had heard
and seen enough of the old man to be disquieted, and to have left
their seats and gathered about him; thereby affording Mrs Gamp,
whose professional coolness was not so easily disturbed, an eligible
opportunity for concentrating the whole resources of her powerful mind
and appetite upon the toast and butter, tea and eggs. She had brought
them to bear upon those viands with such vigour that her face was in the
highest state of inflammation, when she now (there being nothing left to
eat or drink) saw fit to interpose.
'Why, highty tighty, sir!' cried Mrs Gamp, 'is these your manners? You
want a pitcher of cold water throw'd over you to bring you round; that's
my belief, and if you was under Betsey Prig you'd have it, too, I do
assure you, Mr Chuffey. Spanish Flies is the only thing to draw this
nonsense out of you; and if anybody wanted to do you a kindness, they'd
clap a blister of 'em on your head, and put a mustard poultige on your
back. 'Who's dead, indeed! It wouldn't be no grievous loss if some one
was, I think!'
'He's quiet now, Mrs Gamp,' said Merry.
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