Tell her that John Brough's house is hers from garret to cellar.

I repeat it, madam, from garret to cellar.

I desire--I insist--I order, that Mrs.Hoggarty of Castle Hoggarty's trunks should be placed this instant in my carriage! Have the goodness to look to them yourself, Mrs.Titmarsh, and see that your dear aunt's comforts are better provided for than they have been." Mary went away rather wondering at this order.

But, to be sure, Mr.
Brough was a great man, and her Samuel's benefactor; and though the silly child absolutely began to cry as she packed and toiled at Aunt's enormous valises, yet she performed the work, and came down with a smiling face to my aunt, who was entertaining Mr.and Mrs.Brough with a long and particular account of the balls at the Castle, in Dublin, in Lord Charleville's time.
"I have packed the trunks, Aunt, but I am not strong enough to bring them down," said Mary.
"Certainly not, certainly not," said John Brough, perhaps a little ashamed.

"Hallo! George, Frederic, Augustus, come upstairs this instant, and bring down the trunks of Mrs.Hoggarty of Castle Hoggarty, which this young lady will show you." Nay, so great was Mr.Brough's condescension, that when some of his fashionable servants refused to meddle with the trunks, he himself seized a pair of them with both bands, carried them to the carriage, and shouted loud enough for all Lamb's Conduit Street to hear, "John Brough is not proud--no, no; and if his footmen are too high and mighty, he'll show them a lesson of humility." Mrs.Brough was for running downstairs too, and taking the trunks from her husband; but they were too heavy for her, so she contented herself with sitting on one, and asking all persons who passed her, whether John Brough was not an angel of a man?
In this way it was that my aunt left us.