But as soon as he had seated himself in the old wooden armchair, he wrote in a large and bold hand, "Garman and Worse," taking care to adorn the signature with several flourishes, which he had inherited from his predecessors.
Armed with this document, Mrs.Worse and Mr.Samuelsen set to work at the ruins.

The first thing they did was to sell everything there was to sell; but, with the assistance of Mr.Garman, they managed to save the whole of the valuable premises.

The front of the house was let, and the old lady moved over to the back, where she took turns in the shop with Mr.Samuelsen.She was at her post from early in the morning till late in the evening, gossiping with her customers, and selling tobacco, tallow candles, salt, coffee, tar-twine, herrings, train oil, paraffin, tarpaulins, paint, and many other commodities.
In the course of a few years Mrs.Worse quite lost her manners.

People in polite society had never forgiven her her drive, but still less were they willing to look over the fact that she, a lady, had not more self-respect than to sink down into the position of a common shop-woman.
The lower orders, on the other hand, had quite a fellow-feeling for Mrs.
Worse, and the dingy little shop was just to their taste; and thus, contrary to all expectation, Mrs.Worse's business, common little retail affair as it was, went on capitally.
The trustworthy Mr, Samuelsen did the work of three.

He was a little grey shrivelled man, with a face like a dried fig.