Then--was Mrs.Mel assaulted?
and which was knocked down?
It really was a chair being moved to the table.

The door opened.
'Yes, ma'am; do what you like,' the landlady heard.

Mrs.Mel descended, saying: 'Send him up some fresh ale.' 'And you have made him sit down obedient to those chops ?' cried the landlady.

'Well might poor dear Mr.Harrington--pleasant man as he was!--say, as he used to say, "There's lovely women in the world, Mrs.
Hawkshaw," he'd say, "and there's Duchesses," he'd say, "and there's they that can sing, and can dance, and some," he says, "that can cook." But he'd look sly as he'd stoop his head and shake it.

"Roll 'em into one," he says, "and not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home." And, indeed, Mrs.Harrington, he told me he thought so many a time in the great company he frequented.' Perfect peace reigning above, Mrs.Hawkshaw and Mrs.Mel sat down to supper below; and Mrs.Hawkshaw talked much of the great one gone.