The sight brought him back, instantly, to the
occupation he had forgotten. 'Look here! Do you know of this? Is it
found? Do you suspect ME?'
A hand upon the door. 'What's that!'
'A pleasant evenin',' said the voice of Mrs Gamp, 'though warm, which,
bless you, Mr Chuzzlewit, we must expect when cowcumbers is three for
twopence. How does Mr Chuffey find his self to-night, sir?'
Mrs Gamp kept particularly close to the door in saying this, and
curtseyed more than usual. She did not appear to be quite so much at her
ease as she generally was.
'Get him to his room,' said Jonas, walking up to her, and speaking in
her ear. 'He has been raving to-night--stark mad. Don't talk while he's
here, but come down again.'
'Poor sweet dear!' cried Mrs Gamp, with uncommon tenderness. 'He's all
of a tremble.'
'Well he may be,' said Jonas, 'after the mad fit he has had. Get him
upstairs.'
She was by this time assisting him to rise.
'There's my blessed old chick!' cried Mrs Gamp, in a tone that was at
once soothing and encouraging. 'There's my darlin' Mr Chuffey! Now come
up to your own room, sir, and lay down on your bed a bit; for you're
a-shakin' all over, as if your precious jints was hung upon wires.
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