"What are you thinking about, Mattie?" asked the tailor.
"Well, wasn't that Mr. Worboise that passed? Mr. Boxall must be out. But he needn't go there, for somebody's always out this time o' day."
"What do you mean, Mattie?" again asked the tailor.
"Well, perhaps you don't understand such things, Mr. Spelt, not being a married man."
Poor Mr. Spelt had had a wife who had killed herself by drinking all his earnings; but perhaps Mattie knew nothing about that.
"No more I am. You must explain it to me."
"Well, you see, young people will be young people."
"Who told you that?"
"Old Mrs. Boxall says so. And that's why Mr. Worboise goes to see Miss Burton, I know. I told you so," she added, as she heard his step returning. But Thomas bore a huge ledger under his arm, for which Mr. Stopper had sent him round to the court. Very likely, however, had Lucy been at home, he might have laid a few minutes more to the account of the errand.