By jorrocks! there should be an end of this, and that quickly.
As he loitered without appetite over a particularly greasy breakfast, listening to Mrs.Bubb's description of an ailment from which her youngest child was suffering, Moggie came into the kitchen and said that a young man wished to see him.

Gammon rushed up to the front door, where, in mist and drizzle, stood a muscular youth whom he did not recognize.
"I'm come from Mrs.Clover's, sir," said this messenger, touching his hat.

"She'd be very glad to see you as soon as you could make it convenient to look round." "Is that all ?" That was all; nothing more could be learnt from the young man, and Gammon promised to come forthwith.

Luckily he could absent himself from Quodlings' to-day with no great harm; so after a few words with Mrs.
Bubb he pulled on his greatcoat and set off by the speediest way.

Only after starting did he remember his promise to Polly.