Sarah Gamp looked at her with an eye of fire, for she saw in this mistake of Mrs. Prig, another wilful and malignant stab at that same weakness or custom of hers, an ungenerous allusion to which, on the part of Betsey, had first disturbed their harmony that evening. And she saw it still more clearly, when, politely but firmly correcting that lady by the distinct enunciation of the word `Chuffey,' Mrs. Prig received the correction with a diabolical laugh.
The best among us have their failings, and it must be conceded of Mrs.
Prig, that if there were a blemish in the goodness of her disposition, it was a habit she had of not bestowing all its sharp and acid properties upon her patients (as a thoroughly amiable woman would have done), but of keeping a considerable remainder for the service of her friends. Highly pickled salmon, and lettuces chopped up in vinegar, may, as viands possessing some acidity of their own, have encouraged and increased this failing in Mrs. Prig. and every application to the teapot certainly did; for it was often remarked of her by her friends, that she was most contradictory when most elevated. It is certain that her countenance became about this time derisive and defiant, and that she sat with her arms folded, and one eye shut up, in a somewhat offensive, because obstrusively intelligent, manner.
Mrs. Gamp observing this, felt it the more necessary that Mrs. Prig should know her place, and be made sensible of her exact station in society, as well as of her obligations to herself. She therefore assumed an air of greater patronage and importance, as she went on to answer Mrs. Prig a little more in detail.
`Mr. Chuffey, Betsey,' said Mrs. Gamp, `is weak in his mind. Excuge me if I makes remark, that he may neither be so weak as people thinks, nor people may not think he is so weak as they pretends, and what I knows, I knows; and what you don't, you don't; so do not ask me, Betsey. But Mr. Chuffey's friends has made propojals for his bein' took care on, and has said to me, "Mrs. Gamp, will you undertake it? We couldn't think," they says, "of trusting him to nobody but you, for, Sairey, you are gold as has passed the furnage. Will you undertake it, at your own price, day and night, and by your own self?" "No," I says, "I will not. Do not reckon on it. There is," I says, but one creetur in the world as I would undertake on sech terms, and her name is Harris. But," I says, "I am acquainted with a friend, whose name is Betsey Prig, that I can recommend, and will assist me. Betsey," I says, "is always to be trusted, under me, and will be guided as I could desire."'
Here Mrs. Prig, without any abatement of her offensive manner again counterfeited abstraction of mind, and stretched out her hand to the teapot.
It was more than Mrs. Gamp could bear. She stopped the hand of Mrs. Prig with her own, and said, with great feeling:
`No, Betsey! Drink fair, wotever you do!'
Mrs. Prig, thus baffled, threw herself back in her chair, and closing the same eye more emphatically, and folding her arms tighter, suffered her head to roll slowly from side to side, while she surveyed her friend with a contemptuous smile.
Mrs. Gamp resumed:
`Mrs. Harris, Betsey --'
`Bother Mrs. Harris!' said Betsey Prig.
Mrs. Gamp looked at her with amazement, incredulity, and indignation; when Mrs. Prig, shutting her eye still closer, and folding her arms still tighter, uttered these memorable and tremendous words:
`I don't believe there's no sich a person!'
After the utterance of which expressions, she leaned forward, and snapped her fingers once, twice, thrice; each time nearer to the face of Mrs. Gamp, and then rose to put on her bonnet, as one who felt that there was now a gulf between them, which nothing could ever bridge across.
The shock of this blow was so violent and sudden, that Mrs. Gamp sat staring at nothing with uplifted eyes, and her mouth open as if she were gasping for breath, until Betsey Prig had put on her bonnet and her shawl, and was gathering the latter about her throat. Then Mrs. Gamp rose morally and physically rose -- and denounced her.
`What!' said Mrs. Gamp, `you bage creetur, have I know'd Mrs. Harris five and thirty year, to be told at last that there ain't no sech a person livin'! Have I stood her friend in all her troubles, great and small, for it to come at last to sech a end as this, which her own sweet picter hanging up afore you all the time, to shame your Bragian words! But well you mayn't believe there's no sech a creetur, for she wouldn't demean herself to look at you, and often has she said, when I have made mention of your name, which, to my sinful sorrow, I have done, "What, Sairey Gamp! debage yourself to her!" Go along with you!'
`I'm a-goin', ma'am, ain't I?' said Mrs. Prig, stopping as she said it.
`You had better, ma'am,' said Mrs. Gamp.
`Do you know who you're talking to, ma'am?' inquired her visitor.
`Aperiently,' said Mrs. Gamp, surveying her with scorn from head to foot, `to Betsey Prig. Aperiently so. I know her. No one better.
Go along with you!'
`And you was a-goin' to take me under you!' cried Mrs. Prig, surveying Mrs. Gamp from head to foot in her turn. ` You was, was you? Oh, how kind! Why, deuce take your imperence,' said Mrs. Prig, with a rapid change from banter to ferocity, `what do you mean?'
`Go along with you!' said Mrs. Gamp. `I blush for you.'
`You had better blush a little for yourself, while you are about it!' said Mrs. Prig. `You and your Chuffeys! What, the poor old creetur isn't mad enough, isn't he? Aha!'
`He'd very soon be mad enough, if you had anything to do with him,' said Mrs. Gamp.
`And that's what I was wanted for, is it?' cried Mrs. Prig, triumphantly.
`Yes. But you'll find yourself deceived. I won't go near him. We shall see how you get on without me. I won't have nothink to do with him.'
`You never spoke a truer word than that!' said Mrs. Gamp. `Go along with you!'
