Let him see there's a man in the house besides himself.' 'Why, my dear,' the landlady turned to her, 'it seems natural to you to be mistress where you go.

I don't at all mind, for ain't it my profit?
But you do take us off our legs.' Then the landlady, warmed by gratitude, told her that the old gentleman was the great London brewer, who brewed there with his brother, and brewed for himself five miles out of Fallow field, half of which and a good part of the neighbourhood he owned, and his name was Mr.Tom Cogglesby.
'Oh!' said Mrs.Mel.

'And his brother is Mr.Andrew.' 'That 's it,' said the landlady.

'And because he took it into his head to go and to choose for himself, and be married, no getting his brother, Mr.Tom, to speak to him.

Why not, indeed?
If there's to be no marrying, the sooner we lay down and give up, the better, I think.