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"I—I ’ardly know ’ow to—to tell you," sobbed Mrs. Budd. "It’s so
disgraceful."
"I am always hearing disgraceful things," the doctor said. "You needn’t
consider my feelings: they are hardened."
"Well, Doctor," exclaimed Mrs. Budd, "the truth is that what I ’ad
yisterday and the Dark Brown to-day makes eighteenpence and I can’t pay
you. And——"
"And?" repeated the doctor sternly.
"And—and—I ’ardly know ’ow to tell you, Doctor: it is sich a disgraceful
thing—my man has stole a ’am and a policeman come for ’im and they have
locked him up."
"I will book the eighteenpence," said Doctor Brink.
"Thank you, Doctor: you are a gentleman," said Mrs. Budd.
"Take a chair, ma’am," said Doctor Brink.
"Not at all, sir," said Mrs. Budd.... "I don’t know what you’ll think of
us, I’m sure I don’t. And ’im so respectable up to now."
"How did it happen?" inquired the Doctor.
"Well," said Mrs. Budd, "I don’t exactly know the ins and outs of it;
but ’e see the ’am in Mr. Biggs’s shop and Mr. Biggs was spinning
shillings with another gentleman, what was a Guardian same as ’isself,
and Mr. Biggs’s back was turned and Mine ’e see the ’am and took it."
"The devil!" exclaimed Doctor Brink.
"Yes," assented Mrs. Budd. "And ’im ben allus so respectable. And mind
you, Doctor—I will say this for ’im: I don’t believe it would ’ave
’appened only for the little gel bein’ so porely. I told ’im what you
said about givin’ ’er nourishing food, and ’e seems, as you might say,
to ’ave got it on the brain. The job what ’e went after yesterday
morning, ’e never got it after all; and in the evening ’e took this
’am."
"Ha!" exclaimed the doctor.
"I’m sure we all agree with you," said Mrs. Budd. "’Im to ’ave bin a
uniformed porter for all these years and now to turn thief."
"The Ingrate," observed my friend. "How is it that he has ceased to wear
the uniform of a porter?"
"Well, sir, you see, sir," explained his patient, "the company’s trade
been so bad they was forced to reduce. Mine, ’e on’y went with the last
’underd, and if he’d been a younger man they would ’a kep’ him on. They
give ’im a splendid reference; and now—if it wasn’t for the children,
Doctor, I could do away with meself, to think ’e should so disgrace
’isself. It was a big ’am, sir; they say ’e will get three months. But
if any gentleman, same as you, sir, was to say a word for ’im, perhaps
they would make it lighter. It won’t do away with the disgrace, sir;
but perhaps it would come easier for Budd. Though I’m sure ’e don’t
deserve no pity."
"I should think not," assented Doctor Brink. "After being a uniformed
porter for all those years. And a _big_ ham, too."
"And the best quality, also," said Mrs. Budd.
"And from a Poor Law Guardian," added Doctor Brink.
"They tell me," continued Mrs. Budd, "that he never orfered no
resistance. I ’ope you will think of that, Doctor, when you are
considering it over.
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