The String of Pearls (1850), p. 171

"What do you mean, Susan? How dare you use such language to me? Get you gone?"
"Oh, yes, I'm a-going in course; but if I had anybody in the house, it shouldn't be a little impudent looking boy with no whiskers"
"She must know all," whispered Johanna.
"No, no," said Arabella, "I will not, feeling my innocence, be forced into making a confidant of a servant. Let her go."
"But she will speak."
"Let her speak."
Susan left the room, and went direct to the kitchen, holding up her hands all the way, and giving free expression to her feelings as she did so—
"Well, the idea now, of a little stumpy looking boy, when there's sich a lot of nice young men with whiskers to be had just for the wagging of one's little finger. Only to think of it. Sitting in her lap too, and them a kissing one another like—
like—coach horses. Well I never. Now there's Lines's, the cheesemonger's, young man as I has in of a night, he is somebody, and such loves of whiskers I never seed in my born days afore; but I is surprised at Miss Bella, that I is—a shrimp of a boy in her lap! Oh dear, oh dear!"

CHAPTER XXXIV.

MR. FOGG FINDS THAT ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.

We feel that we ought not entirely to take leave of that unfortunate, who failed in escaping with Tobias Ragg, from Mr. Fogg's establishment at Peckham, without a passing notice. It will be recollected that Tobias had enough to do to

get away himself, and that he was in such a state of mind that it was quite a matter of new mechanical movement of his limbs that enabled him to fly from the madhouse. Horror of the place, and	dread of the people who called it theirs, had lighted up the glare of a partial insanity in his brain, and he flew to Lon-

was already spread in the madhouse, and Mr. Fogg himself arrived at the spot where the poor creature lay stunned and wounded by her fall.
"Watson! Watson!" he cried.
"Here," said that official, as he presented himself.
"Take this carcase up, Watson. I'm afraid Todd's boy is gone."
"Ha! ha!"
"Why do you laugh ?"
"Why where's the odds if he has. I tell you what it is, Fogg, I haven't been here so long without knowing what's what. If that boy ever recovers his senses enough to tell a rational tale, I'll eat him. However, I'll soon go and hunt him up. We'll have him again."
"Well, Watson, you give me hopes, for you have upon two different occasions brought back runaways. Bring the woman in and—and, Watson?"
"Aye, aye."
"I think I would put her in No. 10."
"Ho! ho!—No. 10. Then she's booked. Well, well, come on Fogg, come on, it's all one. I suppose the story will be 'An attempt to escape owing to too much indulgence and some hints consequent on that, and then brought back to her own warm comfortable bed, where she went asleep so comfortably that we
all thought she was as happy as an Emperor, and then——'"
"She never woke again," put in Fogg. " But in this case you are wrong,