Now, let us have no scenes.

Dry your eyes." Mr.Pole went to his private room, and returned just as Mrs.Chump had got upon a succession of quieter sobs with each one of which she addressed a pathetic roll of her eyes to the utterly unsympathetic ladies respectively.
"There, Martha; there's exactly the sum for you--free gift.

Say thank you, and eat a good breakfast to show your gratitude.

Mind, you take this money on condition that you let the servants know you made a mistake." Mrs.Chump sighed heavily, crumpling the notes, that the crisp sweet sound might solace her for the hard condition.
"And don't dream any more--not about money, I mean," said Mr.Pole.
"Oh! if I dream like that I'll be living double." Mrs.Chump put her hand to the notes, and called him kind, and pitied him for being the loser.

The sight of a fresh sum in her possession intoxicated her.