In fact, it was not highly probable, if any of his schemes had resulted seriously to the spiteful _protege_ of aunt Rachel, that Mrs.Thomas would have been overwhelmed with grief, or disposed to inflict any severe punishment on the author of the catastrophe.
Unfortunately for Mrs.Thomas, Charlie, whilst going on an errand, had fallen in with his ancient friend and adviser--in short, he had met no less a person than the formerly all-sufficient Kinch.

Great was the delight of both parties at this unexpected meeting, and warm, indeed, was the exchange of mutual congratulations on this auspicious event.
Kinch, in the excess of his delight, threw his hat several feet in the air; nor did his feelings of pleasure undergo the least abatement when that dilapidated portion of his costume fell into a bed of newly-mixed lime, from which he rescued it with great difficulty and at no little personal risk.
"Hallo! Kinch, old fellow, how are you ?" cried Charlie; "I've been dying to see you--why haven't you been up ?" "Why, I did come up often, but that old witch in the kitchen wouldn't let me see you--she abused me scandalous.

I wanted to pull her turban off and throw it in the gutter.

Why, she called me a dirty beggar, and threatened to throw cold water on me if I didn't go away.

Phew! ain't she an old buster!" "Why, I never knew you were there." "Yes," continued Kinch; "and I saw you another time hung up behind the carriage.