Esther would never have forgiven me.' Now, Samuel,' she said, as I left, 'mind you get home before dark, and don't sit on the jug, whatever you do.'" Meanwhile the "young ladies" were in imminent danger of convulsions; and, at that moment, further to enhance the situation, an old lady of the neighbourhood, who occasionally dropped in for a gossip, was announced.

She was a prim little lady, with "Cranford" curls, and a certain old-world charm and old-world vanity about her, and very deaf.
She too was a "character" in her way, but so different from old Mr.
Clegg that the entertainment to be expected from their conjunction was irresistible even to anticipate.
"This is Mr.Clegg, an uncle of Mr.Mesurier," said poor Mrs.Mesurier, by way of introduction.
"Howd'ye do, marm ?" said Mr.Clegg, without rising.
Mrs.Turtle bowed primly.

"Are you sure, my dear, I don't interrupt ?" she said to Mrs.Mesurier; "shall I not call in some other day ?" "Oh, dear, no!" said Mrs.Mesurier.

"Esther, get Mrs.Turtle a little whisky and water." "Oh, my dear!" exclaimed Mrs.Turtle, "only the least little drop in the world, Esther dear.

My heart, you know, my dear.