Chapter 8

‘But Mrs. Makepeace could do that. And if you’ll let me go, I’ll come back when you’re aged and old, with the palsy and the tic doloreux, hobbling on two sticks and tears in your eyes and nobody to love ye! I’ll come in a carriage, with silver shoes and a purse of money, and maybe a husband and maybe not, and I’ll walk in with a sighing of silk and pour out money on the table, and bring you oranges and candied peel and sparkly wine and a fur coat and summat for the tic doloreux!’ ‘Thank you kindly.’ ‘So you’ll take…