Works of Charles Dickens - Charles Dickens [6534]
Mrs. Tibbs, as in duty bound, expressed the pity she felt for anybody placed in such a distressing situation; and the carnivorous Mrs. Bloss proceeded to arrange the various preliminaries with wonderful despatch. 'Now mind,' said that lady, after terms were arranged; 'I am to have the second-floor front, for my bed-room?'
'Yes, ma'am.'
'And you'll find room for my little servant Agnes?'
'Oh! certainly.'
'And I can have one of the cellars in the area for my bottled porter.'
'With the greatest pleasure;--James shall get it ready for you by Saturday.'
'And I'll join the company at the breakfast-table on Sunday morning,' said Mrs. Bloss. 'I shall get up on purpose.'
'Very well,' returned Mrs. Tibbs, in her most amiable tone; for satisfactory references had 'been given and required,' and it was quite certain that the new-comer had plenty of money. 'It's rather singular,' continued Mrs. Tibbs, with what was meant for a most bewitching smile, 'that we have a gentleman now with us, who is in a very delicate state of health--a Mr. Gobler.--His apartment is the back drawing-room.'
'The next room?' inquired Mrs. Bloss.
'The next room,' repeated the hostess.
'How very promiscuous!' ejaculated the widow.
'He hardly ever gets up,' said Mrs. Tibbs in a whisper.
'Lor!' cried Mrs. Bloss, in an equally low tone.
'And when he is up,' said Mrs. Tibbs, 'we never can persuade him to go to bed again.'
'Dear me!' said the astonished Mrs. Bloss, drawing her chair nearer Mrs. Tibbs. 'What is his complaint?'
'Why, the fact is,' replied Mrs. Tibbs, with a most communicative air, 'he has no stomach whatever.'
'No what?' inquired Mrs. Bloss, with a look of the most indescribable alarm.
'No stomach,' repeated Mrs. Tibbs, with a shake of the head.
'Lord bless us! what an extraordinary case!' gasped Mrs. Bloss, as if she understood the communication in its literal sense, and was astonished at a gentleman without a stomach finding it necessary to board anywhere.
'When I say he has no stomach,' explained the chatty little Mrs. Tibbs, 'I mean that his digestion is so much impaired, and his interior so deranged, that his stomach is not of the least use to him;--in fact, it's an inconvenience.'
'Never heard such a case in my life!' exclaimed Mrs. Bloss. 'Why, he's worse than I am.'
'Oh, yes!' replied Mrs. Tibbs;--'certainly.' She said this with great confidence, for the damson pelisse suggested that Mrs. Bloss, at all events, was not suffering under Mr. Gobler's complaint.
'You have quite incited my curiosity,' said Mrs. Bloss, as she rose to depart. 'How I long to see him!'
'He generally comes down, once a week,' replied Mrs. Tibbs; 'I dare say you'll see him on Sunday.' With this consolatory promise Mrs. Bloss was obliged to be contented. She accordingly walked slowly down the stairs, detailing her complaints all the way; and Mrs. Tibbs followed her, uttering an exclamation of compassion at every step. James (who looked very gritty, for he was cleaning the knives) fell up the kitchen-stairs, and opened the street-door; and, after mutual farewells, Mrs. Bloss slowly departed, down the shady side of the street.
It is almost superfluous to say, that the lady whom we have just shown out at the street-door (and whom the two female servants are now inspecting from the second-floor windows) was exceedingly vulgar, ignorant, and selfish. Her deceased better-half had been an eminent cork-cutter, in which capacity he had amassed a decent fortune. He had no relative but his nephew, and no friend but his cook. The former had the insolence one morning to ask for the loan of fifteen pounds; and, by way of retaliation, he married the latter next day; he made a will immediately afterwards, containing a burst of honest indignation against his nephew (who supported himself and two sisters on 100l. a year), and a bequest of his whole property to his wife. He felt ill after breakfast, and died after dinner. There is a mantelpiece-looking tablet in a civic parish church, setting forth his virtues, and deploring