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‘
Mr
.
P
.
!
’
said
his
astonished
lady
.
‘
Wretched
woman
,
look
here
,
’
exclaimed
the
husband
.
‘
Look
here
,
ma
’
am
—
"
Lines
to
a
Brass
Pot
.
"
"
Brass
Pot
"
;
that
’
s
me
,
ma
’
am
.
"
False
SHE
’
D
have
grown
"
;
that
’
s
you
,
ma
’
am
—
you
.
’
With
this
ebullition
of
rage
,
which
was
not
unaccompanied
with
something
like
a
tremble
,
at
the
expression
of
his
wife
’
s
face
,
Mr
.
Pott
dashed
the
current
number
of
the
Eatanswill
INDEPENDENT
at
her
feet
.
‘
Upon
my
word
,
Sir
,
’
said
the
astonished
Mrs
.
Pott
,
stooping
to
pick
up
the
paper
.
‘
Upon
my
word
,
Sir
!
’
Mr
.
Pott
winced
beneath
the
contemptuous
gaze
of
his
wife
.
He
had
made
a
desperate
struggle
to
screw
up
his
courage
,
but
it
was
fast
coming
unscrewed
again
.
There
appears
nothing
very
tremendous
in
this
little
sentence
,
‘
Upon
my
word
,
sir
,
’
when
it
comes
to
be
read
;
but
the
tone
of
voice
in
which
it
was
delivered
,
and
the
look
that
accompanied
it
,
both
seeming
to
bear
reference
to
some
revenge
to
be
thereafter
visited
upon
the
head
of
Pott
,
produced
their
effect
upon
him
.
The
most
unskilful
observer
could
have
detected
in
his
troubled
countenance
,
a
readiness
to
resign
his
Wellington
boots
to
any
efficient
substitute
who
would
have
consented
to
stand
in
them
at
that
moment
.
Mrs
.
Pott
read
the
paragraph
,
uttered
a
loud
shriek
,
and
threw
herself
at
full
length
on
the
hearth
-
rug
,
screaming
,
and
tapping
it
with
the
heels
of
her
shoes
,
in
a
manner
which
could
leave
no
doubt
of
the
propriety
of
her
feelings
on
the
occasion
.
‘
My
dear
,
’
said
the
terrified
Pott
,
‘
I
didn
’
t
say
I
believed
it
;
—
I
—
’
but
the
unfortunate
man
’
s
voice
was
drowned
in
the
screaming
of
his
partner
.
‘
Mrs
.
Pott
,
let
me
entreat
you
,
my
dear
ma
’
am
,
to
compose
yourself
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
;
but
the
shrieks
and
tappings
were
louder
,
and
more
frequent
than
ever
.
‘
My
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pott
,
‘
I
’
m
very
sorry
.
If
you
won
’
t
consider
your
own
health
,
consider
me
,
my
dear
.
We
shall
have
a
crowd
round
the
house
.
’
But
the
more
strenuously
Mr
.
Pott
entreated
,
the
more
vehemently
the
screams
poured
forth
.
Very
fortunately
,
however
,
attached
to
Mrs
.
Pott
’
s
person
was
a
bodyguard
of
one
,
a
young
lady
whose
ostensible
employment
was
to
preside
over
her
toilet
,
but
who
rendered
herself
useful
in
a
variety
of
ways
,
and
in
none
more
so
than
in
the
particular
department
of
constantly
aiding
and
abetting
her
mistress
in
every
wish
and
inclination
opposed
to
the
desires
of
the
unhappy
Pott
.
The
screams
reached
this
young
lady
’
s
ears
in
due
course
,
and
brought
her
into
the
room
with
a
speed
which
threatened
to
derange
,
materially
,
the
very
exquisite
arrangement
of
her
cap
and
ringlets
.
