She had not long been made acquainted with my wife's history; and both she and her sister loved her heartily and were very kind to her.

Indeed, there was not a single soul in the house, high or low, but was fond of that good sweet creature; and the very footmen were as ready to serve her as they were their own mistress.
"I tell you what, sir," says one of them.

"You see, Tit my boy, I'm a connyshure, and up to snough; and if ever I see a lady in my life, Mrs.
Titmarsh is one.

I can't be fimiliar with her--I've tried--" "Have you, sir ?" said I.
"Don't look so indignant! I can't, I say, be fimiliar with her as I am with you.

There's a somethink in her, a jenny-squaw, that haws me, sir! and even my Lord's own man, that 'as 'ad as much success as any gentleman in Europe--he says that, cuss him--" "Mr.Charles," says I, "tell my Lord's own man that, if he wants to keep his place and his whole skin, he will never address a single word to that lady but such as a servant should utter in the presence of his mistress; and take notice that I am a gentleman, though a poor one, and will murder the first man who does her wrong!" Mr.Charles only said "Gammin!" to this: but psha! in bragging about my own spirit, I forgot to say what great good fortune my dear wife's conduct procured for me.
On the christening-day, Mr.Preston offered her first a five, and then a twenty-pound note; but she declined either; but she did not decline a present that the two ladies made her together, and this was no other than _my release from the Fleet_.