emptuous smile.

Mrs Gamp resumed:

'Mrs Harris, Betsey--'

'Bother Mrs Harris!' said Betsey Prig.

Mrs Gamp looked at her with amazement, incredulity, and indignation;
when Mrs Prig, shutting her eye still closer, and folding her arms still
tighter, uttered these memorable and tremendous words:

'I don't believe there's no sich a person!'

After the utterance of which expressions, she leaned forward, and
snapped her fingers once, twice, thrice; each time nearer to the face of
Mrs Gamp, and then rose to put on her bonnet, as one who felt that there
was now a gulf between them, which nothing could ever bridge across.

The shock of this blow was so violent and sudden, that Mrs Gamp sat
staring at nothing with uplifted eyes, and her mouth open as if she
were gasping for breath, until Betsey Prig had put on her bonnet and
her shawl, and was gathering the latter about her throat. Then Mrs Gamp
rose--morally and physically rose--and denounced her.

'What!' said Mrs Gamp, 'you bage creetur, have I know'd Mrs Harris five
and thirty year, to be told at last that there ain't no sech a person
livin'! Have I stood her friend in all her troubles, great and small,
for it to come at last to sech a end as this, which her own sweet picter
hanging up afore you all the time, to shame your Bragian words! But well
you mayn't believe there's no sech a creetur, for she wouldn't demean
herself to look at you, and often has she said, when I have made mention
of your name, which, to my sinful sorrow, I have done, "What, Sairey
Gamp! debage yourself to HER!" Go along with you!'

'I'm a-goin', ma'am, ain't I?' said Mrs Prig, stopping as she said it.

'You had better, ma'am,' said Mrs Gamp.

'Do you know who you're talking to, ma'am?' inquired her visitor.

'Aperiently,' said Mrs Gamp, surveying her with scorn from head to foot,
'to Betsey Prig. Aperiently so. I know her. No one better. Go along with
you!'

'And YOU was a-goin' to take me under you!' cried Mrs Prig, surveying
Mrs Gamp from head to foot in her turn. 'YOU was, was you? Oh, how kind!
Why, deuce take your imperence,' said Mrs Prig, with a rapid change from
banter to ferocity, 'what do you mean?'

'Go along with you!' said Mrs Gamp. 'I blush for you.'

'You had better blush a little for yourself, while you ARE about it!'
said Mrs Prig. 'You and your Chuffeys! What, the poor old creetur isn't
mad enough, isn't he? Aha!'

'He'd very soon be mad enough, if you had anythi