"Raddle ain't like a man; he leaves every-think to me."This was scarcely fair upon the unfortunate Mr.Raddle, who had been thrust aside by his good lady in the commencement of the dispute, and peremptorily commanded to hold his tongue.He had no opportunity of defending himself, however, for Mrs.Raddle gave unequivocal signs of fainting; which, being perceived from the parlour window, Mrs.Bardell, Mrs.Sanders, the lodger, and the lodger's servant, darted precipitately out, and conveyed her into the house: all talking at the same time, and giving utterance to various expressions of pity and condolence, as if she were one of the most suffering mortals on earth.Being conveyed into the front parlour, she was there deposited on a sofa; and the lady from the first floor running up to the first floor, returned with a bottle of sal volatile, which, holding Mrs.Raddle tight round the neck, she applied in all womanly kindness and pity to her nose, until that lady with many plunges and struggles was fain to declare herself decidedly better.
"Ah, poor thing!" said Mrs.Rogers, "I know what her feelin's is, too well.""Ah, poor thing! so do I," said Mrs.Sanders: and then all the ladies moaned in unison, and said they knew what it was, and they pitied her from their hearts, they did.Even the lodger's little servant, who was thirteen years old, and three feet high, murmured her sympathy.
"But what's been the matter?" said Mrs.Bardell.
"Ah, what has decomposed you, ma'am?" inquired Mrs.Rogers.
"I have been a good deal flurried," replied Mrs.Raddle, in a reproachful manner.Thereupon the ladies cast indignant looks at Mr.Raddle.
"Why, the fact is," said that unhappy gentleman, stepping forward, "when we alighted at this door, a dispute arose with the driver of the cabrioily--"A loud scream from his wife, at the mention of this word, rendered all further explanation inaudible.
"You'd better leave us to bring her round, Raddle," said Mrs.Cluppins.
"She'll never get better as long as you're here."All the ladies concurred in this opinion; so Mr.Raddle was pushed out of the room, and requested to give himself an airing in the back yard.
Which he did for about a quarter of an hour, when Mrs.Bardell announced to him with a solemn face that he might come in now, but that he must be very careful how he behaved towards his wife.She knew he didn't mean to be unkind; but Mary Ann was very far from strong, and, if he didn't take care, he might lose her when he least expected it, which would be a very dreadful reflection for him afterwards; and so on.All this, Mr.Raddle heard with great submission, and presently returned to the parlour in a most lamb-like manner.
"Why, Mrs.Rogers, ma'am," said Mrs.Bardell, "you've never been introduced, I declare! Mr.Raddle, ma'am; Mrs.Cluppins, ma'am; Mrs.Raddle, ma'am."--"Which is Mrs.Cluppin's sister," suggested Mrs.Sanders.
"Oh, indeed!" said Mrs.Rogers, graciously; for she was the lodger, and her servant was in waiting, so she was more gracious than intimate, in right of her position."Oh, indeed!"Mrs.Raddle smiled sweetly, Mr.Raddle bowed, and Mrs.Cluppins said "she was sure she was very happy to have a opportunity of being known to a lady which she had heerd so much in favour of, as Mrs.Rogers." A compliment which the last - named lady acknowledged with graceful condescension.
"Well, Mr.Raddle," said Mrs.Bardell; "I'm sure you ought to feel very much honoured at you and Tommy being the only gentlemen to escort so many ladies all the way to the Spaniards, at Hampstead.Don't you think he ought, Mrs.Rogers, ma'am?""Oh, certainly, ma'am," replied Mrs.Rogers; after whom all the other ladies responded "Oh, certainly.""Of course I feel it, ma'am," said Mr.Raddle, rubbing his hands, and evincing a slight tendency to brighten up a little."Indeed, to tell you the truth, I said, as we was a coming along in the cabrioily--"At the recapitulation of the word which awakened so many painful recollections, Mrs.Raddle applied her handkerchief to her eyes again, and uttered a half-suppressed scream; so Mrs.Bardell frowned upon Mr.Raddle, to intimate that he had better not say anything more, and desired Mrs.Rogers's servant, with an air, to "put the wine on."This was the signal for displaying the hidden treasures of the closet, which comprised sundry plates of oranges and biscuits, and a bottle of old crusted port--that at one and none--with another of the celebrated East India sherry at fourteenpence, which were all produced in honour of the lodger, and afforded unlimited satisfaction to everybody.After great consternation had been excited in the mind of Mrs.Cluppins, by an attempt on the part of Tommy to recount how he had been cross-examined regarding the cupboard then in action (which was fortunately nipped in the bud by his imbibing half a glass of the old crusted "the wrong way," and thereby endangering his life for some seconds), the party walked forth, in quest of a Hampstead stage.This was soon found, and in a couple of hours they all arrived safely in the Spaniards Tea-gardens, where the luckless Mr.
Raddle's very first act nearly occasioned his good lady a relapse; it being neither more nor less than to order tea for seven, whereas (as the ladies one and all remarked), what could have been easier than for Tommy to have drank out of anybody's cup--or everybody's, if that was all--when the waiter wasn't looking: which would have saved one head of tea, and the tea just as good!
However, there was no help for it, and the tea-tray came, with seven cups and saucers, and bread and butter on the same scale.Mrs.Bardell was unanimously voted into the chair, and Mrs.Rogers being stationed on her right hand, and Mrs.Raddle on her left, the meal proceeded with great merriment and success.