Story 3--Chapter VI.
Hard-Hearted.
Time glided on.
“You’ve come again, then?” said Keziah Bay.
“Yes, I’ve come again,” said Mr Peter Pash. “Trade’s very brisk, Keziah.”
“Is it?” said that lady, in the most indifferent of tones.
“Yes, things are looking up well,” said Mr Pash, “and my lodger has dropped dips and taken to composites. You know what that means, of course.”
“Not I,” said Keziah indifferently. “I don’t trouble my head about such things.”