“Oh!” said the editor, now perfectly reassured, “you want an advertisement? That's the business of the foreman; I'll call him.” He was rising from his seat when the stranger laid a heavy hand on his shoulder and gently forced him down again.
“Noa, lad! I don't want noa foreman nor understrappers to take this job. I want to talk it over wi' you. Sabe? My woife she bin up and awaa these six months. We had a bit of difference, that ain't here nor there, but she skedaddled outer my house. I want to give her fair warning, and let her know I ain't payin' any debts o' hers arter this notiss, and I ain't takin' her back arter four weeks from date.”
“I see,” said the editor glibly. “What's your wife's name?”
“Eliza Jane Dimmidge.”
“Good,” continued the editor, scribbling on the paper before him; “something like this will do: 'Whereas my wife, Eliza Jane Dimmidge, having left my bed and board without just cause or provocation, this is to give notice that I shall not be responsible for any debts of her contracting on or after this date.'”
“Ye must be a lawyer,” said Mr. Dimmidge admiringly.
It was an old enough form of advertisement, and the remark showed incontestably that Mr. Dimmidge was not a native; but the editor smiled patronizingly and went on: “'And I further give notice that if she does not return within the period of four weeks from this date, I shall take such proceedings for relief as the law affords.'”
“Coom, lad, I didn't say THAT.”
“But you said you wouldn't take her back.”
“Ay.”