For all his politeness
and pleasant speaking, I am pretty sure he was making game of us, more
than once.'
'If you venture to say such a thing again, and to speak ill of people
behind their backs in my presence, miss,' said Mrs Varden, 'I shall
insist upon your taking a candle and going to bed directly. How dare
you, Dolly? I'm astonished at you. The rudeness of your whole behaviour
this evening has been disgraceful. Did anybody ever hear,' cried the
enraged matron, bursting into tears, 'of a daughter telling her own
mother she has been made game of!'
What a very uncertain temper Mrs Varden's was!
Chapter 28
Repairing to a noted coffee-house in Covent Garden when he left the
locksmith's, Mr Chester sat long over a late dinner, entertaining
himself exceedingly with the whimsical recollection of his recent
proceedings, and congratulating himself very much on his great
cleverness. Influenced by these thoughts, his face wore an expression
so benign and tranquil, that the waiter in immediate attendance upon him
felt he could almost have died in his defence, and settled in his own
mind (until the receipt of the bill, and a very small fee for very great
trouble disabused it of the idea) that such an apostolic customer was
worth half-a-dozen of the ordinary run of visitors, at least.
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