"Women are charmed with anything," said Mr. Dockwrath. "A new bonnet does that."
"They know what they are about pretty well, as I dare say you have found out. I'll send express to Sheffield and have a completely new set put up for you."
"For twelve seventeen six, of course?"
"Oh! dear no, Mr. Dockwrath. The lowest figure for ready money, delivered free, is fifteen ten."
"I couldn't think of paying more than Mrs. Mason."
"Ah! but that was a damaged set; it was, indeed. And she merely wanted it as a present for the curate's wife. The table was quite sprung, and the music-stool wouldn't twist."
"But you'll send them to me new?"
"New from the manufactory; upon my word we will."
"A table that you have never acted upon—have never shown off on; standing in the middle, you know?"
"Yes; upon my honour. You shall have them direct from the workshop, and sent at once; you shall find them in your drawing-room on Tuesday next."