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It is generally nothing more than an old worn-out bird-organ, in all likelihood charitably bestowed by some compassionate Poll Sweedlepipes, who has already used it up in the education of his bull-finches.
Mrs Gamp had in the meanwhile sunk into her chair, from whence, turning up her overflowing eyes, and clasping her hands, she delivered the following lamentation: 'Oh, Mr Sweedlepipes, which Mr Westlock also, if my eyes do not deceive, and a friend not havin' the pleasure of bein' beknown, wot I have took from Betsey Prig this blessed night, no mortial creetur knows!
'Don't say young Wilkins, wotever you do. If young Wilkins's wife is took 'It isn't anybody's wife, exclaimed the little barber. 'Bailey, young Bailey! 'Why, wot do you mean to say that chit's been a-doin' of? retorted Mrs Gamp, sharply. 'Stuff and nonsense, Mrs Sweedlepipes! 'He hasn't been a-doing anything! exclaimed poor Poll, quite desperate.
So it may, Mr Sweedlepipes, said Mrs Gamp, 'there's no deniging of it; and though my books is clear for a full week, I takes a anxious art along with me, I do assure you, sir. 'You're so full of zeal, you see! said Poll. 'You worrit yourself so. 'Worrit myself! cried Mrs Gamp, raising her hands and turning up her eyes.
'Betsey Prig, my why it's that there disapintin' Sweedlepipes, I do believe. 'Yes, it's me, said the barber in a faint voice; 'I've just come in. 'You're always a-comin' in, I think, muttered Mrs Gamp to herself, 'except wen you're a-goin' out. I ha'n't no patience with that man! 'Mrs Gamp, said the barber. 'I say! Mrs Gamp! 'Well, cried Mrs Gamp, impatiently, as she descended the stairs.
'You are in a nice state of confugion, Mr Sweedlepipes, you are! said Mrs Gamp, shaking her head; 'and my opinion is, as half-a-dudgeon fresh young lively leeches on your temples, wouldn't be too much to clear your mind, which so I tell you. Wot were they a-talkin' on, and wot was in the papers? 'All about it! cried the barber. 'What else do you suppose?
'If your brains is not turned topjy turjey, Mr Sweedlepipes! exclaimed another voice, 'hold that there nige of yourn, I beg you, sir. At the same time Mrs Gamp was seen in the doorway; out of breath from coming up so many stairs, and panting fearfully; but dropping curtseys to the last.
I wish you could have seen how those dear girls enjoyed it, and laughed till they cried over the dismay of the boys, when they knocked at a door in Kingsgate Street, and asked if Mrs. Gamp lived there. It was actually a barber's shop, and a little man, very like Poll Sweedlepipes, told them 'Mrs.
'They haven't been married so long, observed Poll, rubbing his hands, 'that they need be anything but pleasant yet awhile. 'No, said Mrs Gamp, with a third significant signal. 'Especially, pursued the barber, 'when the gentleman bears such a character as you gave him. 'I speak; as I find, Mr Sweedlepipes, said Mrs Gamp. 'Forbid it should be otherways!
'What is it? Is the Thames a-fire, and cooking its own fish, Mr Sweedlepipes? Why wot's the man gone and been a-doin' of to himself? He's as white as chalk! She added the latter clause of inquiry, when she got downstairs, and found him seated in the shaving-chair, pale and disconsolate. 'You recollect, said Poll. 'You recollect young 'Not young Wilkins! cried Mrs Gamp.
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