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'
And
Brittles
has
been
gone
upwards
of
an
hour
,
has
he
?
'
asked
the
old
lady
,
after
a
pause
.
'
An
hour
and
twelve
minutes
,
ma'am
,
'
replied
Mr.
Giles
,
referring
to
a
silver
watch
,
which
he
drew
forth
by
a
black
ribbon
.
'
He
is
always
slow
,
'
remarked
the
old
lady
.
'
Brittles
always
was
a
slow
boy
,
ma'am
,
'
replied
the
attendant
.
And
seeing
,
by
the
bye
,
that
Brittles
had
been
a
slow
boy
for
upwards
of
thirty
years
,
there
appeared
no
great
probability
of
his
ever
being
a
fast
one
.
'
He
gets
worse
instead
of
better
,
I
think
,
'
said
the
elder
lady
.
'
It
is
very
inexcusable
in
him
if
he
stops
to
play
with
any
other
boys
,
'
said
the
young
lady
,
smiling
.
Mr.
Giles
was
apparently
considering
the
propriety
of
indulging
in
a
respectful
smile
himself
,
when
a
gig
drove
up
to
the
garden-gate
:
out
of
which
there
jumped
a
fat
gentleman
,
who
ran
straight
up
to
the
door
:
and
who
,
getting
quickly
into
the
house
by
some
mysterious
process
,
burst
into
the
room
,
and
nearly
overturned
Mr.
Giles
and
the
breakfast-table
together
.
'
I
never
heard
of
such
a
thing
!
'
exclaimed
the
fat
gentleman
.
'
My
dear
Mrs.
Maylie
--
bless
my
soul
--
in
the
silence
of
the
night
,
too
--
I
NEVER
heard
of
such
a
thing
!
'
With
these
expressions
of
condolence
,
the
fat
gentleman
shook
hands
with
both
ladies
,
and
drawing
up
a
chair
,
inquired
how
they
found
themselves
.
