The door opened just as Mrs. Tattle was going to ring the bell again for candles and the cowslip-wine. “Christopher! Christopher!” said Mrs. Theresa, who was standing at the fire, with her back to the door, when it opened, “Christopher! pray bring—Do you hear?” but no Christopher answered; and, upon turning round, Mrs. Tattle, instead of Christopher, beheld two little black figures, which stood perfectly still and silent. It was so dark, that their forms could scarcely be discerned. “In the name of heaven, who and what may you be? Speak, I conjure you! what are ye?” “The chimney-sweepers, ma’am, an’ please your ladyship.” “Chimney-sweepers!” repeated Frederick and Marianne, bursting out a-laughing. “Chimney-sweepers!” repeated Mrs. Theresa, provoked at the recollection of her late solemn address to them. “Chimney-sweepers! and could not you say so a little sooner? Pray, what brings you here, gentlemen, at this time of night?” “The bell rang, ma’am,”, answered a squeaking voice. “The bell rang! yes, for Christopher. The boy’s mad, or drunk.” “Ma’am,” said the tallest of the chimney-sweepers, who had not yet spoken, and who now began in a very blunt manner; “ma’am, your brother desired us to come up when the bell rang; so we did.” “My brother? I have no brother, dunce,” said Mrs. Theresa. “Mr. Eden, madam.” “Ho, ho!” said Mrs. Tattle, in a more complacent tone, “the boy takes me for Miss Bertha Eden, I perceive”; and, flattered to be taken in the dark by a chimney-sweeper for a young and handsome lady, Mrs. Theresa laughed, and informed him “that they had mistaken the room; and they must go up another pair of stairs, and turn to the left.” The chimney-sweeper with the squeaking voice bowed, thanked her ladyship for this information, said, “Good night to ye, quality”; and they both moved towards the door. “Stay,” said Mrs. Tattle, whose curiosity was excited; “what can the Edens want with chimney-sweepers at this time o’ night, I wonder? Christopher, did you hear anything about it?” said the lady to her footman, who was now lighting the candles. “Upon my word, ma’am,” said the servant, “I can’t say; but I’ll step down below and inquire. I heard them talking about it in the kitchen; but I only got a word here and there, for I was hunting for the snuff-dish, as I knew it must be for candles when I heard the bell ring, ma’am; so I thought to find the snuff-dish before I answered the bell, for I knew it must be for candles you rang. But, if you please, I’ll step down now, ma’am, and see about the chimney-sweepers.” “Yes, step down, do; and, Christopher, bring up the cowslip-wine, and some more macaroons for my little Marianne.” Marianne withdrew rather coldly from a kiss which Mrs. Tattle was going to give her; for she was somewhat surprised at the familiarity with which this lady talked to her footman. She had not been accustomed to these familiarities in her father and mother, and she did not like them.