Polly had never been so tempted to commit an assault; she thought with a burning brain how effective would be one smart stroke on the dish of sausages with the handle of her umbrella.
Still hot from this encounter in the passage she came face to face with Mrs.Bubb.The landlady seemed to hesitate, but before Polly had gone by she addressed her with exaggerated politeness.
"Good morning, Miss Sparkes.

So I s'pose we're losing you to-morrow ?" "Yes, you are," Polly replied, from a parched throat, glaring at her enemy.
"Oh, then I'll put the card up!" "Do! I wouldn't lose no time about it.

And listen to this, Mrs.Bubb.
Next time you see your friend Mrs.Clover, you may tell her that if she wants to know where her precious 'usband is she's not to ask _me_, 'cos I wouldn't let her know, not if she was on her death-bed!" Having uttered this surprising message, with point and emphasis worthy of its significance, Polly hastened from the house.

And Mrs.Bubb stood looking after her in bewilderment..