not to abuse the moral power she held over him. "Consequent," proceeded Mrs. Billickin, more mildly, but still firmly in her incorruptible candour: "consequent it would be worse than of no use for me to trapse and travel up to the top of the 'ouse with you, and for you to say, 'Mrs. Billickin, what stain do I notice in the ceiling, for a stain I do consider it?' and for me to answer, I do not understand you, sir.' No sir; I will not be so underhand. I do understand you before you pint it out. It is the wet, sir. It do come in, and it do not come in. You may lay dry there, half your lifetime; but the time will come, and it is best that you should know it, when a dripping sop would be no name for you."
Mr. Grewgious looked much disgraced by being prefigured in this pickle.
"Have you any other apartments, ma'am?" he asked.
"Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, with much solemnity, "I have. You ask me have I, and my open and my honest answer air, I have. The first and second floors is wacant, and sweet rooms."
"Come, come! There's nothing against them," said Mr. Grewgious, comforting himself.
"Mr. Grewgious," replied Mrs. Billickin, "pardon me, there is the stairs. Unless your mind is prepared for the stairs, it will lead to inevitable disappointment. You cannot, Miss," said Mrs. Billickin, addressing Rosa, reproachfully, "place a first floor, and far less a second, on the level footing of a parlor. No, you cannot do it. Miss, it is beyond your power, and wherefore try?"
Mrs. Billickin put it very feelingly, as if Rosa had shown a headstrong determination to hold the untenable position.
"Can we see these rooms, ma'am?" inquired her guardian.
"Mr. Grewgious," returned Mrs. Billickin, "you can. I will not disguise it from you, sir, you can."
Mrs. Billickin then sent into her back parlor for her shawl (it being a state fiction, dating from immemorial antiquity, that she could never go anywhere without being wrapped up), and having been enrolled by her attendant, led the way. She made various genteel pauses on the stairs for breath, and clutched at her heart in the drawing-room as if it had very nearly got loose, and she had caught it in the act of taking wing.
"And the second floor?" said Mr. Grewgious, on finding the first satisfactory.
"Mr. Grewgious," replied Mrs. Billickin, turning upon him with ceremony, as if the time had now come when a distinct understanding on a difficult point must be arrived at, and a solemn confidence established, "the second floor is over this."
"Can we see that too, ma'am?"
"Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Billickin, "it is open as the day."
That also proving satisfactory, Mr. Grewgious retired into a window with Rosa for a few words of consultation, and then asking for pen and ink, sketched out a line or two of agreement. In the meantime Mrs. Billickin took a seat, and delivered a kind of Index to, or Abstract of, the general question.
"Five-and-forty shillings per week by the month certain at the
