"Old Snuffey," Mrs Prig observed.
Sarah Gamp looked at her with an eye of fire, for she saw in this mistake of Mrs Prig, another willful and malignant stab at that same weakness or custom of hers, an ungenerous allusion to which, on the part of Betsey, had first disturbed their harmony that evening. And she saw it still more clearly, when, politely but firmly correcting that lady by the distinct enunciation of the word "Chuffey," Mrs Prig received the correction with a diabolical laugh.
The best among us have their failings, and it must be conceded of Mrs Prig, that if there were a blemish in the goodness of her disposition, it was a habit she had of not bestowing all its sharp and acid properties upon her patients (as a thoroughly amiable woman would have done), but of keeping a considerable remainder for the service of her friends. Highly pickled salmon, and lettuces chopped up in vinegar, may, as viands possessing some acidity of their own, have encouraged and increased this failing in Mrs Prig; and every application to the teapot certainly did; for it was often remarked of her by her friends, that she was most contradictory when most elevated. It is certain that her countenance became about this time derisive and defiant, and that she sat with her arms folded, and one eye shut up, in a somewhat offensive, because obstrusively intelligent, manner.
Mrs Gamp observing this, felt it the more necessary that Mrs Prig should know her place, and be made sensible of her exact station in society, as well as of her obligations to herself. She therefore a.s.sumed an air of greater patronage and importance, as she went on to answer Mrs Prig a little more in detail.
"Mr Chuffey, Betsey," said Mrs Gamp, "is weak in his mind. Excuge me if I makes remark, that he may neither be so weak as people thinks, nor people may not think he is so weak as they pretends, and what I knows, I knows; and what you don"t, you don"t; so do not ask me, Betsey. But Mr Chuffey"s friends has made propojals for his bein" took care on, and has said to me, "Mrs Gamp, WILL you undertake it? We couldn"t think," they says, "of trusting him to n.o.body but you, for, Sairey, you are gold as has pa.s.sed the furnage. Will you undertake it, at your own price, day and night, and by your own self?" "No," I says, "I will not. Do not reckon on it. There is," I says, "but one creetur in the world as I would undertake on sech terms, and her name is Harris. But," I says, "I am acquainted with a friend, whose name is Betsey Prig, that I can recommend, and will a.s.sist me. Betsey," I says, "is always to be trusted under me, and will be guided as I could desire.""
Here Mrs Prig, without any abatement of her offensive manner again counterfeited abstraction of mind, and stretched out her hand to the teapot. It was more than Mrs Gamp could bear. She stopped the hand of Mrs Prig with her own, and said, with great feeling:
"No, Betsey! Drink fair, wotever you do!"
Mrs Prig, thus baffled, threw herself back in her chair, and closing the same eye more emphatically, and folding her arms tighter, suffered her head to roll slowly from side to side, while she surveyed her friend with a contemptuous smile.
Mrs Gamp resumed:
"Mrs Harris, Betsey--"
"Bother Mrs Harris!" said Betsey Prig.
Mrs Gamp looked at her with amazement, incredulity, and indignation; when Mrs Prig, shutting her eye still closer, and folding her arms still tighter, uttered these memorable and tremendous words:
"I don"t believe there"s no sich a person!"
After the utterance of which expressions, she leaned forward, and snapped her fingers once, twice, thrice; each time nearer to the face of Mrs Gamp, and then rose to put on her bonnet, as one who felt that there was now a gulf between them, which nothing could ever bridge across.
The shock of this blow was so violent and sudden, that Mrs Gamp sat staring at nothing with uplifted eyes, and her mouth open as if she were gasping for breath, until Betsey Prig had put on her bonnet and her shawl, and was gathering the latter about her throat. Then Mrs Gamp rose--morally and physically rose--and denounced her.
"What!" said Mrs Gamp, "you bage creetur, have I know"d Mrs Harris five and thirty year, to be told at last that there ain"t no sech a person livin"! Have I stood her friend in all her troubles, great and small, for it to come at last to sech a end as this, which her own sweet picter hanging up afore you all the time, to shame your Bragian words! But well you mayn"t believe there"s no sech a creetur, for she wouldn"t demean herself to look at you, and often has she said, when I have made mention of your name, which, to my sinful sorrow, I have done, "What, Sairey Gamp! debage yourself to HER!" Go along with you!"
"I"m a-goin", ma"am, ain"t I?" said Mrs Prig, stopping as she said it.
"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. "Go along with you!"
She was prevented from witnessing the actual retirement of Mrs Prig from the room, notwithstanding the great desire she had expressed to behold it, by that lady, in her angry withdrawal, coming into contact with the bedstead, and bringing down the previously mentioned pippins; three or four of which came rattling on the head of Mrs Gamp so smartly, that when she recovered from this wooden shower-bath, Mrs Prig was gone.
She had the satisfaction, however, of hearing the deep voice of Betsey, proclaiming her injuries and her determination to have nothing to do with Mr Chuffey, down the stairs, and along the pa.s.sage, and even out in Kingsgate Street. Likewise of seeing in her own apartment, in the place of Mrs Prig, Mr Sweedlepipe and two gentlemen.
"Why, bless my life!" exclaimed the little barber, "what"s amiss? The noise you ladies have been making, Mrs Gamp! Why, these two gentlemen have been standing on the stairs, outside the door, nearly all the time, trying to make you hear, while you were pelting away, hammer and tongs!
It"ll be the death of the little bullfinch in the shop, that draws his own water. In his fright, he"s been a-straining himself all to bits, drawing more water than he could drink in a twelvemonth. He must have thought it was Fire!"
Mrs Gamp had in the meanwhile sunk into her chair, from whence, turning up her overflowing eyes, and clasping her hands, she delivered the following lamentation:
"Oh, Mr Sweedlepipes, which Mr Westlock also, if my eyes do not deceive, and a friend not havin" the pleasure of bein" beknown, wot I have took from Betsey Prig this blessed night, no mortial creetur knows! If she had abuged me, bein" in liquor, which I thought I smelt her wen she come, but could not so believe, not bein" used myself"--Mrs Gamp, by the way, was pretty far gone, and the fragrance of the teapot was strong in the room--"I could have bore it with a thankful art. But the words she spoke of Mrs Harris, lambs could not forgive. No, Betsey!" said Mrs Gamp, in a violent burst of feeling, "nor worms forget!"
The little barber scratched his head, and shook it, and looked at the teapot, and gradually got out of the room. John Westlock, taking a chair, sat down on one side of Mrs Gamp. Martin, taking the foot of the bed, supported her on the other.
"You wonder what we want, I daresay," observed John. "I"ll tell you presently, when you have recovered. It"s not pressing, for a few minutes or so. How do you find yourself? Better?"
Mrs Gamp shed more tears, shook her head and feebly p.r.o.nounced Mrs Harris"s name.
"Have a little--" John was at a loss what to call it.
"Tea," suggested Martin.
"It ain"t tea," said Mrs Gamp.
"Physic of some sort, I suppose," cried John. "Have a little."
Mrs Gamp was prevailed upon to take a gla.s.sful. "On condition," she pa.s.sionately observed, "as Betsey never has another stroke of work from me."
"Certainly not," said John. "She shall never help to nurse ME."
"To think," said Mrs Gamp, "as she should ever have helped to nuss that friend of yourn, and been so near of hearing things that--Ah!"
John looked at Martin.
"Yes," he said. "That was a narrow escape, Mrs Gamp."
"Narrer, in-deed!" she returned. "It was only my having the night, and hearin" of him in his wanderins; and her the day, that saved it. Wot would she have said and done, if she had know"d what I know; that perfeejus wretch! Yet, oh good gracious me!" cried Mrs Gamp, trampling on the floor, in the absence of Mrs Prig, "that I should hear from that same woman"s lips what I have heerd her speak of Mrs Harris!"
"Never mind," said John. "You know it is not true."
"Isn"t true!" cried Mrs Gamp. "True! Don"t I know as that dear woman is expecting of me at this minnit, Mr Westlock, and is a-lookin" out of window down the street, with little Tommy Harris in her arms, as calls me his own Gammy, and truly calls, for bless the mottled little legs of that there precious child (like Canterbury Brawn his own dear father says, which so they are) his own I have been, ever since I found him, Mr Westlock, with his small red worsted shoe a-gurglin" in his throat, where he had put it in his play, a chick, wile they was leavin" of him on the floor a-lookin" for it through the ouse and him a-choakin"
sweetly in the parlour! Oh, Betsey Prig, what wickedness you"ve showed this night, but never shall you darken Sairey"s doors agen, you twining serpiant!"
"You were always so kind to her, too!" said John, consolingly.
"That"s the cutting part. That"s where it hurts me, Mr Westlock," Mrs Gamp replied; holding out her gla.s.s unconsciously, while Martin filled it.