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It was the third year nearly up of the Major’s being in the parlours that early one morning in the month of February when Parliament was coming on and you may therefore suppose a number of impostors were about ready to take hold of anything they could get, a gentleman and a lady from the country came in to view the Second, and I well remember that I had been looking out of window and had watched them and the heavy sleet driving down the street together looking for bills. I did not quite take to the face of the gentleman though he was good-looking too but the lady was a very pretty young thing and delicate, and it seemed too rough for her to be out at all though she had only come from the Adelphi Hotel which would not have been much above a quarter of a mile if the weather had been less severe. Now it did so happen my dear that I had been forced to put five shillings weekly additional on the second in consequence of a loss from running away full dressed as if going out to a dinner-party, which was very artful and had made me rather suspicious taking it along with Parliament, so when the gentleman proposed three months certain and the money in advance and leave then reserved to renew on the same terms for six months more, I says I was not quite certain but that I might have engaged myself to another party but would step down-stairs and look into it if they would take a seat. They took a seat and I went down to the handle of the Major’s door that I had already began to consult finding it a great blessing, and I knew by his whistling in a whisper that he was varnishing his boots which was generally considered private, however he kindly calls out “If it’s you, Madam, come in,” and I went in and told him.

“Well, Madam,” says the Major rubbing his nose–as I did fear at the moment with the black sponge but it was only his knuckle, he being always neat and dexterous with his fingers–“well, Madam, I suppose you would be glad of the money?”

I was delicate of saying “Yes” too out, for a little extra colour rose into the Major’s cheeks and there was irregularity which I will not particularly specify in a quarter which I will not name.

“I am of opinion, Madam,” says the Major, “that when money is ready for you–when it is ready for you, Mrs. Lirriper–you ought to take it. What is there against it, Madam, in this case up-stairs?”

“I really cannot say there is anything against it, sir, still I thought I would consult you.”

“You said a newly-married couple, I think, Madam?” says the Major.

I says “Ye-es. Evidently. And indeed the young lady mentioned to me in a casual way that she had not been married many months.”

The Major rubbed his nose again and stirred the varnish round and round in its little saucer with his piece of sponge and took to his whistling in a whisper for a few moments. Then he says “You would call it a Good Let, Madam?”

“O certainly a Good Let sir.”

“Say they renew for the additional six months. Would it put you about very much Madam if–if the worst was to come to the worst?” said the Major.

“Well I hardly know,” I says to the Major. “It depends upon circumstances. Would YOU object Sir for instance?”

“I?” says the Major. “Object? Jemmy Jackman? Mrs. Lirriper close with the proposal.”

So I went up-stairs and accepted, and they came in next day which was Saturday and the Major was so good as to draw up a Memorandum of an agreement in a beautiful round hand and expressions that sounded to me equally legal and military, and Mr. Edson signed it on the Monday morning and the Major called upon Mr. Edson on the Tuesday and Mr. Edson called upon the Major on the Wednesday and the Second and the parlours were as friendly as could be wished.