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The small servant went swiftly on her way, towards the office of the Notary, Mr. Witherden, where Mr. Garland was to be found. She had no bonnet, only a great cap on her head, which in some old time had been worn by Sally Brass; and her shoes being extremely large and slipshod, flew off every now and then, and were difficult to find.
Kit entered in a great tremor, for he was not used to going among strange ladies and gentlemen, and the tin boxes and bundles of dusty papers had in his eyes an awful and a venerable air. Mr. Witherden, the notary, was a bustling gentleman, who talked loud and fast. "Well, boy," said Mr. Witherden, "you came to work out that shilling, not to get another, hey?"
'Live at Brass's the attorney's! cried Mr Witherden in some surprise: having professional knowledge of the gentleman in question. 'Aye, was the reply. 'I entered on his lodgings t'other day, chiefly because I had seen this very board. It matters little to me where I live, and I had a desperate hope that some intelligence might be cast in my way there, which would not reach me elsewhere.
The mountainous Alps on the one hand, or a humming-bird on the other, is nothing, in point of workmanship, to an honest man or woman or woman. 'Anything that Mr Witherden can say of me, observed a small quiet voice, 'I can say, with interest, of him, I am sure.
'It's the contemplation of this sort of thing, that makes me deplore my fate in being a bachelor. There was a young lady once, sir, the daughter of an outfitting warehouse of the first respectability but that's a weakness. Chuckster, bring in Mr Abel's articles. 'You see, Mr Witherden, said the old lady, 'that Abel has not been brought up like the run of young men.
At first there was a great shaking of hands and shuffling of feet, succeeded by the presentation of the nosegay; for a voice, supposed by the listener to be that of Mr Witherden the Notary, was heard to exclaim a great many times, 'oh, delicious! 'oh, fragrant, indeed! and a nose, also supposed to be the property of that gentleman, was heard to inhale the scent with a snuffle of exceeding pleasure.
Now, my dear Sir, cried Brass, seeing that the Notary was about to interrupt him, 'suffer me to speak, I beg. Mr Witherden was silent, and Brass went on. 'If you will do me the favour, he said, holding up the green shade, and revealing an eye most horribly discoloured, 'to look at this, you will naturally inquire, in your own minds, how did I get it.
He was closeted with Mr Witherden for some little time, and Mr Abel had been called in to assist at the conference, before Kit, wondering very much what he was wanted for, was summoned to attend them. 'Christopher, said the gentleman, turning to him directly he entered the room, 'I have found your old master and young mistress. 'No, Sir!
'Yes, said Mr Witherden. The charming creature was opening her lips to speak in reply, when the door was hastily opened too, and the head of Sampson Brass was thrust into the room. 'Excuse me, said the gentleman hastily. 'Wait a bit!
The pony appeared to be touched by this appeal to his feelings, for he trotted on directly, though in a sulky manner, and stopped no more until he came to a door whereon was a brass plate with the words 'Witherden Notary. Here the old gentleman got out and helped out the old lady, and then took from under the seat a nosegay resembling in shape and dimensions a full-sized warming-pan with the handle cut short off.
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