"I should be sorry if there was a mistake, and you wasn't man enough to put your boxes up again without assistance." Then, turning to Mary, "Mrs.Perkin says, miss--that's the housekeeper, miss," he went on, "-- that, if as you're the young woman from the country--and I'm sure I beg your pardon if I make a mistake--it ain't my fault, miss--Mrs.Perkin says she did hear Mrs.Redmain make mention of one, but she didn't have any instructions concerning her .-- But, as there you are," he continued more familiarly, gathering courage from Mary's nodded assent, "you can put your boxes in the hall, and sit down, she says, till Mrs.R.comes 'ome." "Do you think she will be long ?" asked Mary.
"Well, that's what no fellow can't say, seein' its a new play as she's gone to.

They call it Doomsday, an' there's no tellin' when parties is likely to come 'ome from that," said the man, with a grin of satisfaction at his own wit.
Was London such a happy place that everybody in it was given to joking, thought Mary.
"'Ere, mister! gi' me a 'and wi' this 'ere luggage," cried the cabman, finding the box he was getting down too much for him.

"Yah wouldn't see me break my back, an' my poor 'orse standin' there a lookin' on--would ye now ?" "Why don't you bring a man with you ?" objected the footman, as he descended the steps notwithstanding, to give the required assistance.
"I ain't paid as a crane .-- By Juppiter! what a weight the new party's boxes is!" "Only that one," said Mary, apologetically.

"It is full of books.

The other is not half so heavy." "Oh, it ain't the weight, miss!" returned the footman, who had not intended she should hear the remark.