Gaffer was not there, but a pretty strong muster of Miss Abbey’s pupils were, who exhibited, when occasion required, the greatest docility. On the clock’s striking ten, and Miss Abbey’s appearing at the door, and addressing a certain person in a faded scarlet jacket, with “George Jones, your time’s up! I told your wife you should be punctual,” Jones submissively rose, gave the company good night, and retired. At half-past ten, on Miss Abbey’s looking in again, and saying, “William Williams, Bob Glamour, and Jonathan, you are all due,” Williams, Bob, and Jonathan with similar meekness took their leave and evaporated. Greater wonder than these, when a bottle-nosed person in a glazed hat had after some considerable hesitation ordered another glass of gin and water of the attendant potboy, and when Miss Abbey, instead of sending it, appeared in person, saying, “Captain Joey, you have had as much as will do you good,” not only did the captain feebly rub his knees and contemplate the fire without offering a word of protest, but the rest of the company murmured, “Ay, ay, Captain!