'Consequent,' proceeded Mrs.Billickin, more mildly, but still firmly in her incorruptible candour: 'consequent it would be worse than of no use for me to trapse and travel up to the top of the 'ouse with you, and for you to say, "Mrs.Billickin, what stain do I notice in the ceiling, for a stain I do consider it ?" and for me to answer, "I do not understand you, sir." No, sir, I will not be so underhand.

I _do_ understand you before you pint it out.

It is the wet, sir.

It do come in, and it do not come in.

You may lay dry there half your lifetime; but the time will come, and it is best that you should know it, when a dripping sop would be no name for you.' Mr.Grewgious looked much disgraced by being prefigured in this pickle.
'Have you any other apartments, ma'am ?' he asked.
'Mr.Grewgious,' returned Mrs.Billickin, with much solemnity, 'I have.
You ask me have I, and my open and my honest answer air, I have.