Mrs. Shelfer had been in raptures at having so grand a vehicle and two great footmen at her door. Lest the street should lose the effect, she had run in and out a dozen times, and banged the door, and got into talk with the coachman, and sent for beer to the Inn, though she had it in the house. She now came again to my door, in what she called a "terrible quandary." I could not attend to her, but locked myself in, and wrestled with my passionate nature, at one time indulging, then spurning and freezing it. Yet I could not master it, as I fancied I had done. CHAPTER IX. Soon afterwards, Ann Maples went to the place which she had obtained in Lady Cranberry’s household; and I determined to begin my search. "Mrs. Shelfer, do you know London well?" My landlady was feeding her birds, and I had made up for her disappointment about Lady Cranberry, by fitting the lame blackbird with a wooden leg, cut from a skewer, and tipped with a button: it was pretty to see how kindly and cleverly he took to it, and how proudly he contemplated it, when he thought there was no one watching. His mistress now stopped her work, and made ready for a long speech, with the usual snap of her lips. "Know London, Miss Vaughan! I was born in Red Cross Street, and I’ve never been further out of town than Chalk Farm fair, or Hampstead Waterworks, and, please God, I never will. Bless me, what an awful place the country is, awful! What with the trees, and the ditches, and the sting-nettles, and the black wainscot with skewers on the top--" "Too bad of you, Mrs. Shelfer, to be frightened at palings--and your husband a gardener, too! But tell me whereabouts is Grove Street?" "What Grove Street, my good friend?" "Grove Street, London, to be sure." "Why, dear me, Miss, I thought you knew everything; you can doctor Jack, and the Bully, and tell me all about Sandy the squirrel’s tail and the hair coming off and when it’s going to rain! Don’t you know there’s a dozen Grove Streets in London, for all I know. Leastways I knows four." "And where are those four, Mrs. Shelfer?" "Now please, my good friend, give me just a minute to think. It is dreadful work to be hurried, ever since I fell downstairs, when I were six year old. Let me see now. Charley knows. Can’t you wait, Miss, till Charley comes home, and he’s coming quite early this evening, and two friends of his to supper." "No, Mrs. Shelfer, I cannot wait. If you can’t tell me, I must go and get a book." "Oh them books is no good. Why they ain’t got Charley in, and he with the lease one time of the garden in Hollyhock Square, and a dahlia named after him at the Royal Heretical Society! And they did say the Queen would have handed him the spade she liked his looks so much, only his nails wasn’t clean. Very likely you heard, Miss--And how he was cheated out of it." "Do you expect me to wait all day?"