Whilethisdialoguewasgoingon，thedriverwasmostignominiouslyleadingthehorse，bythebridle，uptothehousewiththereddoor，whichMasterBardellhadalreadyopened。Herewasameanandlowwayofarrivingatafriend’shouse！Nodashingup，withallthefireandfuryoftheanimal。
nojumpingdownofthedriver。noloudknockingatthedoor。noopeningoftheapronwithacrashattheverylastmoment，forfearoftheladiessittinginadraughtandthenthemanhandingtheshawlsout，afterwards，asifhewereaprivatecoachman！Thewholeedgeofthethinghadbeentakenoff。itwasflatterthanwalking。
Well，Tommy，saidMrs。Cluppins，How’syourpoordearmother？
Oh，she’sverywell，repliedMasterBardell。She’sinthefrontparlour，allready。I’mreadytoo，Iam。HereMasterBardellputhishandsinhispockets，andjumpedoffandonthebottomstepofthedoor。
Isanybodyelseagoin’，Tommy？saidMrs。Cluppins，arrangingherpelerine。