88 THE HISTORY OF DAME MITCHELL

peared again to flout me. But he shall soon cease to brave
me.” And then Daddy Sharpphiz sunk into a fit of deep
and gloomy meditation.

Mowmouth had not yet
dined, and he strove, by
expressive mewings, to sig-
nify that he should be glad
ofsomerefreshment. Dame |);
Mitchell immediately said)
to him(for she used to speak
to him as toa rational crea- |
ture),—

“« Have patience, sir, you
shall be attended to di- |
rectly.” i

She went down to the “
drawing-room, where she
generally sat since Lady
Greenford’s departure: and the cat, who followed her, was
manifestly disappointed on seeing her go towards Sharp-
phiz’s apartment. Nevertheless, he entered it along with
her, being persuaded that, in the presence of so faithful a
friend, the butler durst not attempt any new treason.

When she knocked at the door, Daddy Sharpphiz had
ie up a piece of green paper inscribed with this
label : *