DEAR AND HONOURED SIR,
Bunce is getting ever so anxious about the rooms, and
says as how he has a young Equity draftsman and wife and
baby as would take the whole house, and all because Miss
Pouncefoot said a word about her port wine, which any lady
of her age might say in her tantrums, and mean nothing
after all. Me and Miss Pouncefoot's knowed each other for
seven years, and what's a word or two as isn't meant after
that? But, honoured sir, it's not about that as I write
to trouble you, but to ask if I may say for certain that
you'll take the rooms again in February. It's easy to
let them for the month after Christmas, because of the
pantomimes. Only say at once, because Bunce is nagging
me day after day. I don't want nobody's wife and baby to
have to do for, and 'd sooner have a Parliament gent like
yourself than any one else.
Yours umbly and respectful,
JANE BUNCE.
To this he replied that he would certainly come back to the rooms
in Great Marlborough Street, should he be lucky enough to find them
vacant, and he expressed his willingness to take them on and from
the 1st of February. And on the 3rd of February he found himself in
the old quarters, Mrs. Bunce having contrived, with much conjugal
adroitness, both to keep Miss Pouncefoot and to stave off the Equity
draftsman's wife and baby.
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