staggered into a chair he thought of the change in Mrs. Gamp, exhibited in her new-born tenderness to her charge. Was that because it was found?—because she knew of it?—because she suspected him?
"Mr. Chuffey is a lyin' down," said Mrs. Gamp, returning, "and much good may it do him, Mr. Chuzzlewit, which harm it can't and good it may: be joyful!"
"Sit down," said Jonas, hoarsely, "and let us get this business done. "Where is the other woman?"
"The other person's with him now," she answered.
"That's right," said Jonas. "He is not fit to be left to himself. Why, he fastened on me to-night; here, upon my coat; like a savage dog. Old as he is, and feeble as he is usually, I had some trouble to shake him off. You—Hush!—It's nothing. You told me the other woman's name. I forget it."
"I mentioned Betsey Prig," said Mrs. Gamp.
"She is to be trusted, is she!"
"That she ain't!" said Mrs. Gamp; "nor have I brought her, Mr. Chuzzlewit. I 've brought another, which engages to give every satigefaction."
"What is her name?" asked Jonas.
Mrs. Gamp looked at him in an odd way without returning any answer, but appeared to understand the question too.
"What is her name?" repeated Jonas.
"Her name," said Mrs. Gamp, "is Harris."
It was extraordinary how much effort it cost Mrs. Gamp to pronounce the name she was commonly so ready with. She made some three or four gasps before she could get it out; and, when she had uttered it, pressed her hand upon her side, and turned up her eyes, as if she were going to faint away. But, knowing her to labour under a complication of internal disorders, which rendered a few drops of spirits indispensable at certain times to her existence, and which came on very strong when that remedy was not at hand, Jonas merely supposed her to be the victim of one of these attacks.
"Well!" he said, hastily, for he felt how incapable he was of confining his wandering attention to the subject. "You and she have arranged to take care of him, have you?"
Mrs. Gamp replied in the affirmative, and softly discharged herself of her familiar phrase, "Turn and turn about; one off, one on." But she spoke so tremulously that she felt called upon to add, "which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!"
Jonas stopped to listen. Then said, hurriedly:
"We shall not quarrel about terms. Let them be the same as they were before. Keep him close, and keep him quiet. He must be restrained. He has got it in his head to-night that my wife's dead, and has been attacking me as if I had killed her. It's—it's common with mad people to take the worst fancies of those they like best. Isn't it?"
Mrs. Gamp assented with a short groan.
"Keep him close, then, or in one of his fits he 'll be doing me a mischief. And don't trust him at any time; for when he seems most
