Very fortunately, however, attached to Mrs. Pott’s person was a bodyguard of one, a young lady whose ostensible employment was to preside over her toilet, but who rendered herself useful in a variety of ways, and in none more so than in the particular department of constantly aiding and abetting her mistress in every wish and inclination opposed to the desires of the unhappy Pott. The screams reached this young lady’s ears in due course, and brought her into the room with a speed which threatened to derange, materially, the very exquisite arrangement of her cap and ringlets. ‘Oh, my dear, dear mistress!’ exclaimed the bodyguard, kneeling frantically by the side of the prostrate Mrs. Pott. ‘Oh, my dear mistress, what is the matter?’ ‘Your master--your brutal master,’ murmured the patient. Pott was evidently giving way. ‘It’s a shame,’ said the bodyguard reproachfully. ‘I know he’ll be the death on you, ma’am. Poor dear thing!’ He gave way more. The opposite party followed up the attack. ‘Oh, don’t leave me--don’t leave me, Goodwin,’ murmured Mrs. Pott, clutching at the wrist of the said Goodwin with an hysteric jerk. ‘You’re the only person that’s kind to me, Goodwin.’ At this affecting appeal, Goodwin got up a little domestic tragedy of her own, and shed tears copiously. ‘Never, ma’am--never,’ said Goodwin. ‘Oh, sir, you should be careful-- you should indeed; you don’t know what harm you may do missis; you’ll be sorry for it one day, I know--I’ve always said so.’ The unlucky Pott looked timidly on, but said nothing. ‘Goodwin,’ said Mrs. Pott, in a soft voice. ‘Ma’am,’ said Goodwin. ‘If you only knew how I have loved that man--’ Don’t distress yourself by recollecting it, ma’am,’ said the bodyguard. Pott looked very frightened. It was time to finish him. ‘And now,’ sobbed Mrs. Pott, ‘now, after all, to be treated in this way; to be reproached and insulted in the presence of a third party, and that party almost a stranger. But I will not submit to it! Goodwin,’ continued Mrs. Pott, raising herself in the arms of her attendant, ‘my brother, the lieutenant, shall interfere. I’ll be separated, Goodwin!’ ‘It would certainly serve him right, ma’am,’ said Goodwin. Whatever thoughts the threat of a separation might have awakened in Mr. Pott’s mind, he forbore to give utterance to them, and contented himself by saying, with great humility:-- ‘My dear, will you hear me?’ A fresh train of sobs was the only reply, as Mrs. Pott grew more hysterical, requested to be informed why she was ever born, and required sundry other pieces of information of a similar description.