'You had better, ma'am,' said Mrs Gamp.
'Do you know who you're talking to, ma'am?' inquired her visitor.
'Aperiently,' said Mrs Gamp, surveying her with scorn from head to foot,
'to Betsey Prig. Aperiently so. I know her. No one better. Go along with
you!'
'And YOU was a-goin' to take me under you!' cried Mrs Prig, surveying
Mrs Gamp from head to foot in her turn. 'YOU was, was you? Oh, how kind!
Why, deuce take your imperence,' said Mrs Prig, with a rapid change from
banter to ferocity, 'what do you mean?'
'Go along with you!' said Mrs Gamp. 'I blush for you.'
'You had better blush a little for yourself, while you ARE about it!'
said Mrs Prig. 'You and your Chuffeys! What, the poor old creetur isn't
mad enough, isn't he? Aha!'
'He'd very soon be mad enough, if you had anything to do with him,' said
Mrs Gamp.
'And that's what I was wanted for, is it?' cried Mrs Prig, triumphantly.
'Yes. But you'll find yourself deceived. I won't go near him. We shall
see how you get on without me. I won't have nothink to do with him.'
'You never spoke a truer word than that!' said Mrs Gamp.
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