East End (London, England) -- Fiction; London (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
The undertaker looked at her from the sides of his eyes, and answered
briskly, "Two-inch polished oak solid extry brass fittin's." Mrs.
Randall returned to old Jack's side and repeated the words. "That must
cost a lot," she said. "What a thing, though, to be certain you won't be
buried in a trumpery box like that other! Ah, it's well to be rich."
Old Jack gazed on the coffin, and thought. Surely a landlord, if
anybody, was entitled to indulge in an expensive coffin? All day he had
nursed a fancy that some small indulgence, something a little heavier
than usual in the matter of expense, would be proper to celebrate the
occasion. But he reflected that his savings were gone and his pockets no
fuller than had always been their Wednesday wont: though, of course, in
that matter the future would be different. The bearers carried the
coffin into the chapel, and Mrs. Randall turned away among the graves.
Old Jack put his hands in his pockets, and, looking at the ground, said:
"That was a nobby caufin, mother, wasn't it?" Whereunto Mrs. Randall
murmured: "Lovely--lovely!" yet again.
Old Jack walked a little further, and asked, "Two-inch polished oak, 'e
said, didn't 'e?"
"Solid, an' extry brass fittin's; beautiful!"
"I'll remember it. That's what you shall 'ave if it 'appens you go fust.
There!" And old Jack sat on the guard-chain of a flowery grave with the
air of one giving a handsome order.
"Me? Git out! Look at the expense."
"Matter o' circumstances. Look at Jenkins's Gardens. Jenkins was a
bench-'and at the Limited; got 'is 'ouses one under another through
building s'ieties. That there caufin 'ud be none too dear for _'im_.
We're beginnin'; an' I promise you that same, if you'd like it."
"Like it!" the missis ejaculated. "Course I should. Wouldn't you?"
"Wy, yus. Any one 'ud prefer somethin' a bit nobby; an' thick."
And the missis reciprocated old Jack's promise, in case he died first:
if a two-inch polished oak solid could be got for everything she had to
offer. And, tea-time approaching, they made well pleased for home.
III.
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