"Well, we pulls up at a door with a werry large brass plate, and the doctor's name on it in big letters, and there I waited for half an hour; when the door opens and I hears a screech as goes through me like a knife, and then they carries out a young gal with a face a'most like an angel, only all drawed and frightened looking. "The poor thing stares quite wild, first this way and then that way; calls out `Hernest--Hernest--help!' and skreeked again as they pulled up the glasses of the keb, and then Pepper-and-salt jumps up alongside me, as it might be you, sir, and `Drive on fast,' he says, `along 'Ammersmith Road to Chiswick'--through Kensington, you know. "Now, you know, sir, I'm blest if I know how I drove that arternoon. You see, sir, one gets knocked about here, and shoved there, and goes through lots o' strange things to get a living; but I can't help thinking as we're all on us, gentle and simple, made alike, and outer the same stuff. Some on us, too, gets more than our share o' temper, and softness, and fust one thing, and then another, and you see that's how it is with me. I'm a rum-looking cove to look at, reg'lar rough one, you know, but then I've got a lot o' softness stowed away about my heart as I ain't no business with. Now I just ask you now, sir, as a fair judge, what business has a kebman with softness? It ain't natural. Be as rough as you like, I says, but none o' that. And yet my stoopid old woman at home she likes it, and says it's natur. P'rhaps it is, and p'rhaps it ain't. But then, you see, we don't live in a state of natur now. Quartern loaves, pots o' porter, and Dutch cheeses don't grow on the hedges; and people has to look out precious sharp for enough to fill out their weskits, and I've known the time when mine's been precious slack about the buttons. 'Pon my soul, sir--beggin' your pardon for being a bit strong--you upper crusters ain't no idea what shifts we're put to sometimes for a living, and what hard work it is. I ain't a grumbling, for only having the missus, and no children, things ain't so hard as they might be. We gets along right enough, for the wife can scheme wonderfully, and toss you up a sixpenny dinner as would surprise yer. She's up to a thing or two, an' can go to first-class butchers and get her threepen'orth o' pieces--topping meat, you know; twopen'orth o' taters and some carrots and turnips; and, Lor' bless you, you'd be surprised as I said afore. Did yer ever go down Leather Lane, sir, or past the Brill at Somers Town, or some parts of Clare and Newport Markets? Perhaps you didn't. But jest you wait for a stinging hot day, and then go and see what the poor folks is a buying of; and then don't you wonder no more about fevers, and choleras, and all them sort o' troubles. There ain't no wonder in the gin palaces going ahead, when so many poor creeturs flies to 'em to drown their sorrows. It's this sorter thing as cheers me up; and makes me say a moral bit as I