of, by one kiss
or more, as its relative importance demanded. The upshot of it all
was, that Madame Mantalini was in raptures with him, and that they went
upstairs to breakfast.
Kate busied herself in what she had to do, and was silently arranging
the various articles of decoration in the best taste she could display,
when she started to hear a strange man's voice in the room, and started
again, to observe, on looking round, that a white hat, and a red
neckerchief, and a broad round face, and a large head, and part of a
green coat were in the room too.
'Don't alarm yourself, miss,' said the proprietor of these appearances.
'I say; this here's the mantie-making consarn, an't it?'
'Yes,' rejoined Kate, greatly astonished. 'What did you want?'
The stranger answered not; but, first looking back, as though to beckon
to some unseen person outside, came, very deliberately, into the room,
and was closely followed by a little man in brown, very much the worse
for wear, who brought with him a mingled fumigation of stale tobacco and
fresh onions. The clothes of this gentleman were much bespeckled with
flue; and his shoes, stockings, and nether garments, from his heels to
the waist buttons of his coat inclusive, were profusely embroidered with
splashes of mud, caught a fortnight previously--before the setting-in of
the fine weather.
Kate's very natural impression was, that these engaging individuals
had called with the view of possessing themselves, unlawfully, of
any portable articles that chanced to strike their fancy. She did not
attempt to disguise her apprehensions, and made a move towards the door.
'Wait a minnit,' said the man in the green coat, closing it softly, and
standing with his back against it. 'This is a unpleasant bisness. Vere's
your govvernor?'
'My what--did you say?' asked Kate, trembling; for she thought
'governor' might be slang for watch or money.
'Mister Muntlehiney,' said the man. 'Wot's come on him? Is he at home?'
'He is above stairs, I believe,' replied Kate, a little reassured by
this inquiry. 'Do you want him?'
'No,' replied the visitor. 'I don't ezactly want him, if it's made a
favour on. You can jist give him that 'ere card, and tell him if he
wants to speak to ME, and save trouble, here I am; that's all.'
With these words, the stranger put a thick square card into Kate's hand,
and, turning to his friend, remarked, with an easy air, 'that the rooms
was a good high pitch;' to w
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