"And never walked out?"
"Don't know, indeed, sir—and one died, please, sir, in the court here, and he left three little children."
"I hope they're gone away?"
"Yes, sir, please."
"Well, that's a release. Rest his soul, he's dead! as our immortal bard, that says everything so much better than anyone else, says; and rest our souls, they're gone with their vile noise. So your bill of mortality is not much to signify; and make that coffee—d'ye see?—this moment, and let me have it as hot as—as the final abode of Dissenters and Catholics—I see you believe in the Church Catechism—immediately, if you please, to the next room."
So, with a courtesy, Sally Rumble tripped from the room, with the coffee-case in her hand.