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Puffit, I don't remember ever being twice in your shop all the time I was at the Wells before." "No, ma'am," replied Mrs. Puffit, with a malicious smile but when you was living on Saint Augustin's Back." "Saint Augustin's Back, my dear!" exclaimed Lady Diana Chillingworth, with a look of horror and amazement.
"No, it can't be Hetty. I beg pardon, madam," said she, "but I took you for Did not I hear you say the name of Burrage, friend Puffit?" "Yes, Burrage; one of the Burrages of Dorsetshire," said the milliner, with malicious archness. "One of the Burrages of Dorsetshire: I beg pardon. But did you ever see such a likeness, friend Barker, to my poor niece, Hetty Burrage?"
Angelina was so much alarmed, that she could scarcely believe that the danger was past when she saw the carriage at the furthest end of the street. "Wouldn't you be pleased to 'light, ma'am?" said Jesse. "We don't bring things to the door." "Who have we here?" cried Mrs. Puffit; "who have we here?"
Miss Warwick hid her face with her hands. "Only my Valenciennes lace, that has been found in that girl's pocket, and " said Mrs. Puffit.
Puffit, looking at Miss Burrage, who in mortified, sullen silence, followed the aunt and the benefactor of whom she was ashamed, and who had reason to be ashamed of her. We do not imagine that our readers can be much interested for a young lady who was such a compound of pride and meanness; we shall therefore only add, that her future life was spent on St.
Puffit opened the door; and, to the utter astonishment of every body present, Lady Diana Chillingworth entered the room, followed by Lady Frances Somerset and Mrs. Bertrand. The constable set down Angelina. Miss Hodges set down the glass of brandy. Mrs. Puffit curtsied. Betty Williams stretched out her arms to Lady Diana, crying, "Shave me! shave me this once!"
Here is some mistake the less noise we make about it the better. You shall be satisfied." I shan't, at any rate, utter another syllable." Mrs. Puffit, having glibly run off this speech, left the room, and carried in her train the constable and Betty Williams, the printer's devil, and Mrs. Bertrand, the woman of the house.
Bertrand finished speaking, into the fruit-shop walked the very persons of whom she had been talking Dinah Plait and Mr. Barker. "Mrs. Dinah Plait, I declare!" exclaimed Mrs. Bertrand. "I never was so glad to see you, Mrs. Plait and Mr. Barker, in all my days," said Mrs. Puffit. "Why you should be so particularly glad to see me, Mrs. Puffit, I don't know," said Mr.
Betty Williams! a riband for you," cried Angelina, in a louder tone. Betty started "Miss! a riband!" She ran forward, and, in pushing by the doll, threw it backward: Mrs. Puffit caught it in her arms, and Betty, stopping short, curtsied, and said to the doll "Peg pardon, miss peg pardon, miss tit I hurt you? peg pardon. Pless us! 'tis a toll, and no woman, I teclare."
Porett, or Plait, or Puffit, or some of her names that pekin with a p and ent with at." Angelina, quite overpowered, shrunk back, as Betty bawled out her vindication, and she was yet more confused, when Monsieur Richelet, the dancing-master, at this unlucky instant, came up to her, and with an elegant bow, said, "It is not difficult to see by her air, that mademoiselle dances superiorly.
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