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‘
Oh
you
naughty
Whisker
,
’
said
the
old
lady
.
‘
Fie
upon
you
!
I
’
m
ashamed
of
such
conduct
.
’
The
pony
appeared
to
be
touched
by
this
appeal
to
his
feelings
,
for
he
trotted
on
directly
,
though
in
a
sulky
manner
,
and
stopped
no
more
until
he
came
to
a
door
whereon
was
a
brass
plate
with
the
words
‘
Witherden
—
Notary
.
’
Here
the
old
gentleman
got
out
and
helped
out
the
old
lady
,
and
then
took
from
under
the
seat
a
nosegay
resembling
in
shape
and
dimensions
a
full
-
sized
warming
-
pan
with
the
handle
cut
short
off
.
This
,
the
old
lady
carried
into
the
house
with
a
staid
and
stately
air
,
and
the
old
gentleman
(
who
had
a
club
-
foot
)
followed
close
upon
her
.
They
went
,
as
it
was
easy
to
tell
from
the
sound
of
their
voices
,
into
the
front
parlour
,
which
seemed
to
be
a
kind
of
office
.
The
day
being
very
warm
and
the
street
a
quiet
one
,
the
windows
were
wide
open
;
and
it
was
easy
to
hear
through
the
Venetian
blinds
all
that
passed
inside
.
At
first
there
was
a
great
shaking
of
hands
and
shuffling
of
feet
,
succeeded
by
the
presentation
of
the
nosegay
;
for
a
voice
,
supposed
by
the
listener
to
be
that
of
Mr
Witherden
the
Notary
,
was
heard
to
exclaim
a
great
many
times
,
‘
oh
,
delicious
!
’
‘
oh
,
fragrant
,
indeed
!
’
and
a
nose
,
also
supposed
to
be
the
property
of
that
gentleman
,
was
heard
to
inhale
the
scent
with
a
snuffle
of
exceeding
pleasure
.
‘
I
brought
it
in
honour
of
the
occasion
,
Sir
,
’
said
the
old
lady
.
‘
Ah
!
an
occasion
indeed
,
ma
’
am
,
an
occasion
which
does
honour
to
me
,
ma
’
am
,
honour
to
me
,
’
rejoined
Mr
Witherden
,
the
notary
.
‘
I
have
had
many
a
gentleman
articled
to
me
,
ma
’
am
,
many
a
one
.
Some
of
them
are
now
rolling
in
riches
,
unmindful
of
their
old
companion
and
friend
,
ma
’
am
,
others
are
in
the
habit
of
calling
upon
me
to
this
day
and
saying
,
“
Mr
Witherden
,
some
of
the
pleasantest
hours
I
ever
spent
in
my
life
were
spent
in
this
office
—
were
spent
,
Sir
,
upon
this
very
stool
”
;
but
there
was
never
one
among
the
number
,
ma
’
am
,
attached
as
I
have
been
to
many
of
them
,
of
whom
I
augured
such
bright
things
as
I
do
of
your
only
son
.
’
‘
Oh
dear
!
’
said
the
old
lady
.
‘
How
happy
you
do
make
us
when
you
tell
us
that
,
to
be
sure
!
’
‘
I
tell
you
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
Witherden
,
‘
what
I
think
as
an
honest
man
,
which
,
as
the
poet
observes
,
is
the
noblest
work
of
God
.
I
agree
with
the
poet
in
every
particular
,
ma
’
am
.
The
mountainous
Alps
on
the
one
hand
,
or
a
humming
-
bird
on
the
other
,
is
nothing
,
in
point
of
workmanship
,
to
an
honest
man
—
or
woman
—
or
woman
.
’
‘
Anything
that
Mr
Witherden
can
say
of
me
,
’
observed
a
small
quiet
voice
,
‘
I
can
say
,
with
interest
,
of
him
,
I
am
sure
.
’
