Mrs Brown instantly directed the clutch of her right hand at his hair, and the clutch of her left hand at his throat, and held on to the object of her fond affection with such extraordinary fury, that his face began to blacken in a moment.
“Misses Brown!” exclaimed the Grinder, “let go, will you? What are you doing of? Help, young woman! Misses Brow—Brow—!”
The young woman, however, equally unmoved by his direct appeal to her, and by his inarticulate utterance, remained quite neutral, until, after struggling with his assailant into a corner, Rob disengaged himself, and stood there panting and fenced in by his own elbows, while the old woman, panting too, and stamping with rage and eagerness, appeared to be collecting her energies for another swoop upon him. At this crisis Alice interposed her voice, but not in the Grinder’s favour, by saying,
“Well done, mother. Tear him to pieces!”
“What, young woman!” blubbered Rob; “are you against me too? What have I been and done? What am I to be tore to pieces for, I should like to know? Why do you take and choke a cove who has never done you any harm, neither of you? Call yourselves females, too!” said the frightened and afflicted Grinder, with his coat-cuff at his eye. “I’m surprised at you! Where’s your feminine tenderness?”
“You thankless dog!” gasped Mrs Brown. “You impudent insulting dog!”
“What have I been and done to go and give you offence, Misses Brown?” retorted the fearful Rob. “You was very much attached to me a minute ago.”
“To cut me off with his short answers and his sulky words,” said the old woman. “Me! Because I happen to be curious to have a little bit of gossip about Master and the lady, to dare to play at fast and loose with me! But I’ll talk to you no more, my lad. Now go!”
“I’m sure, Misses Brown,” returned the abject Grinder, “I never insiniwated that I wished to go. Don’t talk like that, Misses Brown, if you please.”
“I won’t talk at all,” said Mrs Brown, with an action of her crooked fingers that made him shrink into half his natural compass in the corner. “Not another word with him shall pass my lips. He’s an ungrateful hound. I cast him off. Now let him go! And I’ll slip those after him that shall talk too much; that won’t be shook away; that’ll hang to him like leeches, and slink arter him like foxes. What! He knows ’em. He knows his old games and his old ways. If he’s forgotten ’em, they’ll soon remind him. Now let him go, and see how he’ll do Master’s business, and keep Master’s secrets, with such company always following him up and down. Ha, ha, ha! He’ll find ’em a different sort from you and me, Ally; Close as he is with you and me. Now let him go, now let him go!”