"I call her Esther Summerson," says Mrs. Chadband with austerity. "There was no Miss-ing of the girl in my time. It was Esther. 'Esther, do this! Esther, do that!' and she was made to do it."
"My dear ma'am," returns Mr. Guppy, moving across the small apartment, "the humble individual who now addresses you received that young lady in London when she first came here from the establishment to which you have alluded. Allow me to have the pleasure of taking you by the hand."
Mr. Chadband, at last seeing his opportunity, makes his accustomed signal and rises with a smoking head, which he dabs with his pocket-handkerchief. Mrs. Snagsby whispers "Hush!"

"Esther Summerson," says Mrs. Chadband with austerity. "There was no Miss in my time. It was Esther. 'Esther, do this!' and she was made to do it."
"My dear ma'am," returns Mr. Guppy, "I received that young lady in London when she first came here. Allow me to have the pleasure of shaking your hand."
Mr. Chadband, at last seeing his opportunity, rises.
