"Show her in. Good morning, ma'am; Banquo, a seat for the lady; yes, ma'am, I did; I want a housekeeper. I advertised for one. How many servants do I keep? Well, ma'am, I keep as many as I want. Have visitors? Of course I have. What and where are _my rooms_? Why, madam, I own the house, every brick and lath in it. I go to bed, and get up, and go round; come in and out, when I feel like it. What church do I worship in? I've assisted in _building_ a number, own a half of one, and a third of several; but, ma'am, between you and I--I don't want to be rude to a lady, ma'am, but I _do_ think, this examination ain't to my liking--you don't think the place would suit you, eh? Well, I think _your ladyship_ wouldn't suit _me_, ma'am, so I'll bid your ladyship good morning," said old Job, bowing very obsequiously to the stiff-starched and acrimonious dame, who, returning the old gentleman's _bow_ with the same "high pressure" order, seized her skirts in one hand, and agitating her fan with the other, she stepped out, or _finikined_ along to the hall door, and as Banquo flew around, and put on the _extras_ to let her ladyship out, she gave the darkey a pat on the head with her fan, and looking crab-apples at the poor negro, she rushed down the steps and disappeared. "Tank you, ma'am; come again, eb you please--of'n!" said the pouting negro. "Yes, sah; here's nudder lady, sah," says Banquo, ushering in a rather ruddy, jolly-looking and perfectly-at-home daughter of the "gim o' the sae." The old gentleman eyed her liberal proportions; consulting his snuff-box, he answered "yes" to the woman's inquiry, if _he_ was the gintleman wanting the housekeeper. "Did you read my advertisement, ma'am?" "Me rade it? Not I, faix. Mr. Mullony, our landlord, was saying till us--" "Are you married, too?" "Married _two_? Do I look like a woman as would marry two? No, _sur_; I'm a dacent woman, sur; my name is Hannah Geaughey, Jimmy Geaughey's my husband, sur; he, poor man, wrought in the board-yard till he was _sun sthruck_, by manes of falling from a cuart, sur." "Well, ma'am, that will do, I'm sorry for your husband--one dollar, there it is; you wouldn't suit me at all; good morning, ma'am. Banquo, show the good woman to the door." "But, sur, I want the place!" "I don't want _you_--good morning." "Dis way, ma'am," said Banquo, marshalling the woman to the hall. "Stand away, ye nager; it's your masther I'm spakin' wid." "Go along, go along, woman, go, go, _go!_" roared the old gent. "But, as I was saying, Mr. Mullony said--says he--who the divil you push'n, you black nager?" said the woman, grabbing Banquo's woolly top-knot. "Dis way, ma'am," persevered Banquo, quartering towards the door. "Mr. Mullony was sayin', sur--"