`The pickled salmon,' Mrs. Prig replied, `is quite delicious. I can partlck'ler recommend it. Don't have nothink to say to the cold meat, for it tastes of the stable. The drinks is all good.'
Mrs. Gamp expressed herself much gratified.
`The physic and them things is on the drawers and mankleshelf,' said Mrs. Prig, cursorily. `He took his last slime draught at seven. The easy-chair an't soft enough. You'll want his piller.'
Mrs. Gamp thanked her for these hints, and giving her a friendly good night, held the door open until she had disappeared at the other end of the gallery. Having thus performed the hospitable duty of seeing her safely off, she shut it, locked it on the inside, took up her bundle, walked round the screen, and entered on her occupation of the sick chamber.
`A little dull, but not so bad as might be,' Mrs. Gamp remarked. `I'm glad to see a parapidge, in case of fire, and lots of roofs and chimley-pots to walk upon.'
It will be seen from these remarks that Mrs. Gamp was looking out of window. When she had exhausted the prospect, she tried the easychair, which she indignantly declared was `harder than a brickbadge.' Next she pursued her researches among the physicbottles, glasses, jugs, and tea-cups; and when she had entirely satisfied her curiosity on all these subjects of investigation, she untied her bonnet-strings and strolled up to the bedside to take a look at the patient.
A young man -- dark and not ill-looking -- with long black hair, that seemed the blacker for the whiteness of the bed-clothes. His eyes were partly open, and he never ceased to roll his head from side to side upon the pillow, keeping his body almost quiet. He did not utter words. but every now and then gave vent to an expression of impatience or fatigue, sometimes of surprise; and still his restless head -- oh, weary, weary hour! -- went to and fro without a moment's intermission.
Mrs. Gamp solaced herself with a pinch of snuff, and stood looking at him with her head inclined a little sideways, as a connoisseur might gaze upon a doubtful work of art. By degrees, a horrible remembrance of one branch of her calling took possession of the woman; and stooping down, she pinned his wandering arms against his sides, to see how he would look if laid out as a dead man. Hideous as it may appear, her fingers itched to compose his limbs in that last marble attitude.
`Ah!' said Mrs. Gamp, walking away from the bed, `he'd make a lovely corpse.'
She now proceeded to unpack her bundle; lighted a candle with the aid of a fire-box on the drawers; filled a small kettle, as a preliminary to refreshing herself with a cup of tea in the course of the night; laid what she called `a little bit of fire,' for the same philanthropic purpose. and also set forth a small tea-board, that nothing might be wanting for her comfortable enjoyment. These preparations occupied so long, that when they were brought to a conclusion it was high time to think about supper; so she rang the bell and ordered it.
`I think, young woman,' said Mrs. Gamp to the assistant chambermaid, in a tone expressive of weakness, `that I could pick a little bit of pickled salmon, with a nice little sprig of fennel, and a sprinkling of white pepper.
I takes new bread, my dear, with just a little pat of fresh butter, and a mossel of cheese. In case there should be such a thing as a cowcumber in the 'ouse, will you be so kind as bring it, for I'm rather partial to 'em, and they does a world of good in a sick room. If they draws the Brighton Old Tipper here, I takes that ale at night, my love, it bein' considered wakeful by the doctors. And whatever you do, young woman, don't bring more than a shilling's-worth of gin and water-warm when I rings the bell a second time; for that is always my allowance, and I never takes a drop beyond!'
Having preferred these moderate requests, Mrs. Gamp observed that she would stand at the door until the order was executed, to the end that the patient might not be disturbed by her opening it a second time; and therefore she would thank the young woman to `look sharp.'
A tray was brought with everything upon it, even to the cucumber and Mrs. Gamp accordingly sat down to eat and drink in high good humour. The extent to which she availed herself of the vinegar, and supped up that refreshing fluid with the blade of her knife, can scarcely be expressed in narrative.
`Ah!' sighed Mrs. Gamp, as she meditated over the warm shilling's-worth, `what a blessed thing it is -- living in a wale -- to be contented! What a blessed thing it is to make sick people happy in their beds, and never mind one's self as long as one can do a service! I don't beheve a finer cowcumber was ever grow'd. I'm sure I never see one!'
She moralised in the same vein until her glass was empty, and then admistered the patient's medicine, by the simple process of clutching his windpipe to make him gasp, and immediately pouring it down his throat.
`I a'most forgot the piller, I declare!' said Mrs. Gamp, drawing it away. `There! Now he's comfortable as he can be, I'm sure! I must try to make myself as much so as I can.'
With this view, she went about the construction of an extemporaneous bed in the easy-chair, with the addition of the next easy one for her feet.
Having formed the best couch that the circumstances admitted of, she took out of her bundle a yellow night-cap, of prodigious size, in shape resembling a cabbage; which article of dress she fixed and tied on with the utmost care, previously divesting herself of a row of bald old curls that could scarcely be called false they were so very innocent of anything approaching to deception from the same repository she brought forth a night-jacket, in which she also attired herself. Finally, she produced a watchman's coat which she tied round her neck by the sleeves, so that she become two people; and looked, behind, as if she were in the act of being embraced by one of the old patrol.
