Encountering Smither in the hall, he began to ask her about the funeral, and, finding that she knew nothing, complained bitterly that, if they didn't take care, everything would go wrong.

She had better send for Mr.Soames--he knew all about that sort of thing; her master was very much upset, he supposed--he would want looking after; as for her mistresses, they were no good--they had no gumption! They would be ill too, he shouldn't wonder.

She had better send for the doctor; it was best to take things in time.

He didn't think his sister Ann had had the best opinion; if she'd had Blank she would have been alive now.

Smither might send to Park Lane any time she wanted advice.