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The
Marquis
of
Granby
,
in
Mrs
.
Weller
’
s
time
,
was
quite
a
model
of
a
roadside
public
-
house
of
the
better
class
—
just
large
enough
to
be
convenient
,
and
small
enough
to
be
snug
.
On
the
opposite
side
of
the
road
was
a
large
sign
-
board
on
a
high
post
,
representing
the
head
and
shoulders
of
a
gentleman
with
an
apoplectic
countenance
,
in
a
red
coat
with
deep
blue
facings
,
and
a
touch
of
the
same
blue
over
his
three
-
cornered
hat
,
for
a
sky
.
Over
that
again
were
a
pair
of
flags
;
beneath
the
last
button
of
his
coat
were
a
couple
of
cannon
;
and
the
whole
formed
an
expressive
and
undoubted
likeness
of
the
Marquis
of
Granby
of
glorious
memory
.
The
bar
window
displayed
a
choice
collection
of
geranium
plants
,
and
a
well
-
dusted
row
of
spirit
phials
.
The
open
shutters
bore
a
variety
of
golden
inscriptions
,
eulogistic
of
good
beds
and
neat
wines
;
and
the
choice
group
of
countrymen
and
hostlers
lounging
about
the
stable
door
and
horse
-
trough
,
afforded
presumptive
proof
of
the
excellent
quality
of
the
ale
and
spirits
which
were
sold
within
.
Sam
Weller
paused
,
when
he
dismounted
from
the
coach
,
to
note
all
these
little
indications
of
a
thriving
business
,
with
the
eye
of
an
experienced
traveller
;
and
having
done
so
,
stepped
in
at
once
,
highly
satisfied
with
everything
he
had
observed
.
‘
Now
,
then
!
’
said
a
shrill
female
voice
the
instant
Sam
thrust
his
head
in
at
the
door
,
‘
what
do
you
want
,
young
man
?
’
Sam
looked
round
in
the
direction
whence
the
voice
proceeded
.
It
came
from
a
rather
stout
lady
of
comfortable
appearance
,
who
was
seated
beside
the
fireplace
in
the
bar
,
blowing
the
fire
to
make
the
kettle
boil
for
tea
.
She
was
not
alone
;
for
on
the
other
side
of
the
fireplace
,
sitting
bolt
upright
in
a
high
-
backed
chair
,
was
a
man
in
threadbare
black
clothes
,
with
a
back
almost
as
long
and
stiff
as
that
of
the
chair
itself
,
who
caught
Sam
’
s
most
particular
and
especial
attention
at
once
.
He
was
a
prim
-
faced
,
red
-
nosed
man
,
with
a
long
,
thin
countenance
,
and
a
semi
-
rattlesnake
sort
of
eye
—
rather
sharp
,
but
decidedly
bad
.
He
wore
very
short
trousers
,
and
black
cotton
stockings
,
which
,
like
the
rest
of
his
apparel
,
were
particularly
rusty
.
His
looks
were
starched
,
but
his
white
neckerchief
was
not
,
and
its
long
limp
ends
straggled
over
his
closely
-
buttoned
waistcoat
in
a
very
uncouth
and
unpicturesque
fashion
.
A
pair
of
old
,
worn
,
beaver
gloves
,
a
broad
-
brimmed
hat
,
and
a
faded
green
umbrella
,
with
plenty
of
whalebone
sticking
through
the
bottom
,
as
if
to
counterbalance
the
want
of
a
handle
at
the
top
,
lay
on
a
chair
beside
him
;
and
,
being
disposed
in
a
very
tidy
and
careful
manner
,
seemed
to
imply
that
the
red
-
nosed
man
,
whoever
he
was
,
had
no
intention
of
going
away
in
a
hurry
.
To
do
the
red
-
nosed
man
justice
,
he
would
have
been
very
far
from
wise
if
he
had
entertained
any
such
intention
;
for
,
to
judge
from
all
appearances
,
he
must
have
been
possessed
of
a
most
desirable
circle
of
acquaintance
,
if
he
could
have
reasonably
expected
to
be
more
comfortable
anywhere
else
.
The
fire
was
blazing
brightly
under
the
influence
of
the
bellows
,
and
the
kettle
was
singing
gaily
under
the
influence
of
both
.
A
small
tray
of
tea
-
things
was
arranged
on
the
table
;
a
plate
of
hot
buttered
toast
was
gently
simmering
before
the
fire
;
and
the
red
-
nosed
man
himself
was
busily
engaged
in
converting
a
large
slice
of
bread
into
the
same
agreeable
edible
,
through
the
instrumentality
of
a
long
brass
toasting
-
fork
.
Beside
him
stood
a
glass
of
reeking
hot
pine
-
apple
rum
-
and
-
water
,
with
a
slice
of
lemon
in
it
;
and
every
time
the
red
-
nosed
man
stopped
to
bring
the
round
of
toast
to
his
eye
,
with
the
view
of
ascertaining
how
it
got
on
,
he
imbibed
a
drop
or
two
of
the
hot
pine
-
apple
rum
-
and
-
water
,
and
smiled
upon
the
rather
stout
lady
,
as
she
blew
the
fire
.
Sam
was
so
lost
in
the
contemplation
of
this
comfortable
scene
,
that
he
suffered
the
first
inquiry
of
the
rather
stout
lady
to
pass
unheeded
.
It
was
not
until
it
had
been
twice
repeated
,
each
time
in
a
shriller
tone
,
that
he
became
conscious
of
the
impropriety
of
his
behaviour
.
