And nicely she's paid me out, has your niece, Miss Rudd.
Of all the trouble I ever had with a girl! And now when she's run
away back 'ome, and when I take the trouble to go arfter her, I'm
to be insulted and abused as never was! Oh, they're a nice
respectable family, those Rudds! Mrs Rudd--that's Mrs Yule's
sister--what a nice, polite-spoken lady she is, to be sure? If I
was to repeat the language--but there, I wouldn't lower myself.
And I've been a brute of a mistress; I ill-use my servants, and I
don't give 'em enough to eat, and I pay 'em worse than any woman
in London! That's what I've learnt about myself by going to
Perker Street, 'Olloway. And when I come here to ask Mrs Yule
what she means by recommending such a creature, from such a 'ome,
I get insulted by her gentleman husband.'
Yule was livid with rage, but the extremity of his scorn withheld
him from utterance of what he felt.
'As I said, all this has nothing to do with me. I will let Mrs
Yule know that you have called. I have no more time to spare.'
Mrs Goby repeated at still greater length the details of her
grievance, but long before she had finished Yule was sitting
again at his desk in ostentatious disregard o{her.
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