‘Yes!’ said Mrs. Tibbs, rubbing her hands very slowly, and looking the applicant full in the face—two things she always did on such occasions. ‘Money isn’t no object whatever to me,’ said the lady, ‘so much as living in a state of retirement and obtrusion.’ Mrs. Tibbs, as a matter of course, acquiesced in such an exceedingly natural desire. ‘I am constantly attended by a medical man,’ resumed the pelisse wearer; ‘I have been a shocking unitarian for some time—I, indeed, have had very little peace since the death of Mr. Bloss.’ Mrs. Tibbs looked at the relict of the departed Bloss, and thought he must have had very little peace in his time. Of course she could not say so; so she looked very sympathising. ‘I shall be a good deal of trouble to you,’ said Mrs. Bloss; ‘but, for that trouble I am willing to pay. I am going through a course of treatment which renders attention necessary. I have one mutton-chop in bed at half-past eight, and another at ten, every morning.’ Mrs. Tibbs, as in duty bound, expressed the pity she felt for anybody placed in such a distressing situation; and the carnivorous Mrs. Bloss proceeded to arrange the various preliminaries with wonderful despatch. ‘Now mind,’ said that lady, after terms were arranged; ‘I am to have the second-floor front, for my bed-room?’ ‘Yes, ma’am.’ ‘And you’ll find room for my little servant Agnes?’ ‘Oh! certainly.’ ‘And I can have one of the cellars in the area for my bottled porter.’ ‘With the greatest pleasure;—James shall get it ready for you by Saturday.’ ‘And I’ll join the company at the breakfast-table on Sunday morning,’ said Mrs. Bloss. ‘I shall get up on purpose.’ ‘Very well,’ returned Mrs. Tibbs, in her most amiable tone; for satisfactory references had ‘been given and required,’ and it was quite certain that the new-comer had plenty of money. ‘It’s rather singular,’ continued Mrs. Tibbs, with what was meant for a most bewitching smile, ‘that we have a gentleman now with us, who is in a very delicate state of health—a Mr. Gobler.—His apartment is the back drawing-room.’ ‘The next room?’ inquired Mrs. Bloss. ‘The next room,’ repeated the hostess. ‘How very promiscuous!’ ejaculated the widow. ‘He hardly ever gets up,’ said Mrs. Tibbs in a whisper. ‘Lor!’ cried Mrs. Bloss, in an equally low tone. ‘And when he is up,’ said Mrs. Tibbs, ‘we never can persuade him to go to bed again.’ ‘Dear me!’ said the astonished Mrs. Bloss, drawing her chair nearer Mrs. Tibbs. ‘What is his complaint?’ ‘Why, the fact is,’ replied Mrs. Tibbs, with a most communicative air, ‘he has no stomach whatever.’ ‘No what?’ inquired Mrs. Bloss, with a look of the most indescribable alarm. ‘No stomach,’ repeated Mrs. Tibbs, with a shake of the head. ‘Lord bless us! what an extraordinary case!’ gasped Mrs. Bloss, as if she understood the communication in its literal sense, and was astonished at a gentleman without a stomach finding it necessary to board anywhere.