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378 buttons of his coat inclusive, were profusely embroidered with splashes of mud, caught a fortnight previously--before the setting- in of the fine weather. Kate’s very natural impression was, that these engaging individuals had called with the view of possessing themselves, unlawfully, of any portable articles that chanced to strike their fancy. She did not attempt to disguise her apprehensions, and made a move towards the door. ‘Wait a minnit,’ said the man in the green coat, closing it softly, and standing with his back against it. ‘This is a unpleasant bisness. Vere’s your govvernor?’ ‘My what--did you say?’ asked Kate, trembling; for she thought ‘governor’ might be slang for watch or money. ‘Mister Muntlehiney,’ said the man. ‘Wot’s come on him? Is he at home?’ ‘He is above stairs, I believe,’ replied Kate, a little reassured by this inquiry. ‘Do you want him?’ ‘No,’ replied the visitor. ‘I don’t ezactly want him, if it’s made a favour on. You can jist give him that ’ere card, and tell him if he wants to speak to me, and save trouble, here I am; that’s all.’ With these words, the stranger put a thick square card into Kate’s hand, and, turning to his friend, remarked, with an easy air, ‘that the rooms was a good high pitch;’ to which the friend assented, adding, by way of illustration, ‘that there was lots of room for a little boy to grow up a man in either on ’em, vithout much fear of his ever bringing his head into contract vith the ceiling.’ After ringing the bell which would summon Madame Mantalini, Kate glanced at the card, and saw that it displayed the name of |
