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'
No
,
no
!
'
she
said
,
in
another
burst
of
tears
.
'
Oh
,
no
!
Pray
let
me
keep
it
for
father
till
he
comes
back
!
He
will
want
it
when
he
comes
back
.
He
had
never
thought
of
going
away
,
when
he
sent
me
for
it
.
I
must
keep
it
for
him
,
if
you
please
!
'
'
Tho
be
it
,
my
dear
.
(
You
thee
how
it
ith
,
Thquire
!
)
Farewell
,
Thethilia
!
My
latht
wordth
to
you
ith
thith
,
Thtick
to
the
termth
of
your
engagement
,
be
obedient
to
the
Thquire
,
and
forget
uth
.
But
if
,
when
you
're
grown
up
and
married
and
well
off
,
you
come
upon
any
horthe-riding
ever
,
do
n't
be
hard
upon
it
,
do
n't
be
croth
with
it
,
give
it
a
Bethpeak
if
you
can
,
and
think
you
might
do
wurth
People
mutht
be
amuthed
,
Thquire
,
thomehow
,
'
continued
Sleary
,
rendered
more
pursy
than
ever
,
by
so
much
talking
;
'
they
ca
n't
be
alwayth
a
working
,
nor
yet
they
ca
n't
be
alwayth
a
learning
.
Make
the
betht
of
uth
;
not
the
wurtht
.
I
've
got
my
living
out
of
the
horthe-riding
all
my
life
,
I
know
;
but
I
conthider
that
I
lay
down
the
philothophy
of
the
thubject
when
I
thay
to
you
,
Thquire
,
make
the
betht
of
uth
:
not
the
wurtht
!
'
The
Sleary
philosophy
was
propounded
as
they
went
downstairs
and
the
fixed
eye
of
Philosophy
--
and
its
rolling
eye
,
too
--
soon
lost
the
three
figures
and
the
basket
in
the
darkness
of
the
street
.
Mr.
Bounderby
being
a
bachelor
,
an
elderly
lady
presided
over
his
establishment
,
in
consideration
of
a
certain
annual
stipend
.
Mrs.
Sparsit
was
this
lady
's
name
;
and
she
was
a
prominent
figure
in
attendance
on
Mr.
Bounderby
's
car
,
as
it
rolled
along
in
triumph
with
the
Bully
of
humility
inside
.
For
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
had
not
only
seen
different
days
,
but
was
highly
connected
.
She
had
a
great
aunt
living
in
these
very
times
called
Lady
Scadgers
.
Mr.
Sparsit
,
deceased
,
of
whom
she
was
the
relict
,
had
been
by
the
mother
's
side
what
Mrs.
Sparsit
still
called
'
a
Powler
.
'
Strangers
of
limited
information
and
dull
apprehension
were
sometimes
observed
not
to
know
what
a
Powler
was
,
and
even
to
appear
uncertain
whether
it
might
be
a
business
,
or
a
political
party
,
or
a
profession
of
faith
.
The
better
class
of
minds
,
however
,
did
not
need
to
be
informed
that
the
Powlers
were
an
ancient
stock
,
who
could
trace
themselves
so
exceedingly
far
back
that
it
was
not
surprising
if
they
sometimes
lost
themselves
--
which
they
had
rather
frequently
done
,
as
respected
horse-flesh
,
blind-hookey
,
Hebrew
monetary
transactions
,
and
the
Insolvent
Debtors
'
Court
.
The
late
Mr.
Sparsit
,
being
by
the
mother
's
side
a
Powler
,
married
this
lady
,
being
by
the
father
's
side
a
Scadgers
.
Lady
Scadgers
(
an
immensely
fat
old
woman
,
with
an
inordinate
appetite
for
butcher
's
meat
,
and
a
mysterious
leg
which
had
now
refused
to
get
out
of
bed
for
fourteen
years
)
contrived
the
marriage
,
at
a
period
when
Sparsit
was
just
of
age
,
and
chiefly
noticeable
for
a
slender
body
,
weakly
supported
on
two
long
slim
props
,
and
surmounted
by
no
head
worth
mentioning
.
He
inherited
a
fair
fortune
from
his
uncle
,
but
owed
it
all
before
he
came
into
it
,
and
spent
it
twice
over
immediately
afterwards
.
Thus
,
when
he
died
,
at
twenty-four
(
the
scene
of
his
decease
,
Calais
,
and
the
cause
,
brandy
)
,
he
did
not
leave
his
widow
,
from
whom
he
had
been
separated
soon
after
the
honeymoon
,
in
affluent
circumstances
.
That
bereaved
lady
,
fifteen
years
older
than
he
,
fell
presently
at
deadly
feud
with
her
only
relative
,
Lady
Scadgers
;
and
,
partly
to
spite
her
ladyship
,
and
partly
to
maintain
herself
,
went
out
at
a
salary
.
And
here
she
was
now
,
in
her
elderly
days
,
with
the
Coriolanian
style
of
nose
and
the
dense
black
eyebrows
which
had
captivated
Sparsit
,
making
Mr.
Bounderby
's
tea
as
he
took
his
breakfast
.
If
Bounderby
had
been
a
Conqueror
,
and
Mrs.
Sparsit
a
captive
Princess
whom
he
took
about
as
a
feature
in
his
state-processions
,
he
could
not
have
made
a
greater
flourish
with
her
than
he
habitually
did
.
Just
as
it
belonged
to
his
boastfulness
to
depreciate
his
own
extraction
,
so
it
belonged
to
it
to
exalt
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
.
In
the
measure
that
he
would
not
allow
his
own
youth
to
have
been
attended
by
a
single
favourable
circumstance
,
he
brightened
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
juvenile
career
with
every
possible
advantage
,
and
showered
waggon-loads
of
early
roses
all
over
that
lady
's
path
.
'
And
yet
,
sir
,
'
he
would
say
,
'
how
does
it
turn
out
after
all
?
Why
here
she
is
at
a
hundred
a
year
(
I
give
her
a
hundred
,
which
she
is
pleased
to
term
handsome
)
,
keeping
the
house
of
Josiah
Bounderby
of
Coketown
!
'
