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I gave Miss Mowcher my hand, with a very different opinion of her from that which I had hitherto entertained, and opened the door to let her out.
'Put this and that together, my tender pupil, returned the wary Mowcher, touching her nose, 'work it by the rule of Secrets in all trades, and the product will give you the desired result. I say I do a little in that way myself. One Dowager, SHE calls it lip-salve. Another, SHE calls it gloves. Another, SHE calls it tucker-edging. Another, SHE calls it a fan. I call it whatever THEY call it.
I never did in my days behold anything like Mowcher as she stood upon the dining table, intensely enjoying this refreshment, rubbing busily at Steerforth's head, and winking at me over it. 'Ah! she said. 'Such things are not much in demand hereabouts. That sets me off again! I haven't seen a pretty woman since I've been here, jemmy. 'No? said Steerforth.
This was addressed confidentially to both of us, as the morsel of a hand came away from the face, and buried itself, arm and all, in the bag again. 'What do you mean, Miss Mowcher? said Steerforth. 'Ha! ha! ha! What a refreshing set of humbugs we are, to be sure, ain't we, my sweet child? replied that morsel of a woman, feeling in the bag with her head on one side and her eye in the air.
The climate affected his dye; it did very well in Russia, but it was no go here. You never saw such a rusty Prince in all your born days as he was. Like old iron! 'Is that why you called him a humbug, just now? inquired Steerforth. 'Oh, you're a broth of a boy, ain't you? returned Miss Mowcher, shaking her head violently.
But if ever they return, if ever any one of them returns, while I am alive, I am more likely than another, going about as I do, to find it out soon. Whatever I know, you shall know. If ever I can do anything to serve the poor betrayed girl, I will do it faithfully, please Heaven! And Littimer had better have a bloodhound at his back, than little Mowcher!
In the name of blind ill-fortune, cried Miss Mowcher, wringing her hands impatiently, as she went to and fro again upon the fender, 'why did you praise her so, and blush, and look disturbed? I could not conceal from myself that I had done this, though for a reason very different from her supposition.
She gave her evidence in the gamest way, and was highly complimented by the Bench, and cheered right home to her lodgings. And it's my belief she would! It was mine too, and I highly respected Miss Mowcher for it. We had now seen all there was to see. It would have been in vain to represent to such a man as the Worshipful Mr.
She might whistle for her bread and butter till she died of Air. Miss Mowcher sat down on the fender again, and took out her handkerchief, and wiped her eyes. 'Be thankful for me, if you have a kind heart, as I think you have, she said, 'that while I know well what I am, I can be cheerful and endure it all.
'Hear, hear, hear! Now I'll quench the curiosity of this little Fatima, my dear Daisy, by leaving her nothing to guess at. She is at present apprenticed, Miss Mowcher, or articled, or whatever it may be, to Omer and Joram, Haberdashers, Milliners, and so forth, in this town. Do you observe? Omer and Joram.
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