“Did Pr osa—” Edwin began by way of recovering himself.
“ Pr osa?” repeated Mr. Grewgious.
“I was going to say Pussy, and changed my mind;—did she tell you anything about the Landlesses?”
“No,” said Mr. Grewgious. “What is the Landlesses? An estate? A villa? A farm?”
“A brother and sister. The sister is at the Nuns’ House, and has become a great friend of P—”
“ Pr osa’s,” Mr. Grewgious struck in, with a fixed face.
“She is a strikingly handsome girl, sir, and I thought she might have been described to you, or presented to you, perhaps?”
“Neither,” said Mr. Grewgious. “But here is Bazzard.”
Bazzard returned, accompanied by two waiters—an immovable waiter, and a flying waiter; and the three brought in with them as much fog as gave a new roar to the fire. The flying waiter, who had brought everything on his shoulders, laid the cloth with amazing rapidity and dexterity; while the immovable waiter, who had brought nothing, found fault with him. The flying waiter then highly polished all the glasses he had brought, and the immovable waiter looked through them. The flying waiter then flew across Holborn for the soup, and flew back again, and then took another flight for the made-dish, and flew back again, and then took another flight for the joint and poultry, and flew back again, and between whiles took supplementary flights for a great variety of articles, as it was discovered from time to time that the immovable waiter had forgotten them all. But let the flying waiter cleave the air as he might, he was always reproached on his return by the immovable waiter for bringing fog with him, and being out of breath. At the conclusion of the