Mrs. Crick’s who had died a pauper in Exeter workhouse⁠—everyone knew that Mrs. Saunders’ uncle on her mother’s side drank himself to death⁠—then there was that Bristol cousin of Mrs. Crick’s! From the shrill triumph with which his name was dragged in, his crime must have been pilfering from a cathedral at least, but as both remembrancers were speaking at once it was difficult to distinguish his infamy from the scandal which beclouded the memory of Mrs. Saunders’ brother’s wife’s mother⁠—who may have been a regicide, and was certainly not a nice person as Mrs.