"Mr. Raggles," said Becky in a passion of vexation, "you will not surely let me be insulted by that drunken man?" "Hold your noise, Trotter; do now," said Simpson the page. He was affected by his mistress's deplorable situation, and succeeded in preventing an outrageous denial of the epithet "drunken" on the footman's part.
"Oh, M'am," said Raggles, "I never thought to live to see this year day: I've known the Crawley family ever since I was born. I lived butler with Miss Crawley for thirty years; and I little thought one of that family was a goin' to ruing me--yes, ruing me"--said the poor fellow with tears in his eyes. "Har you a goin' to pay me? You've lived in this 'ouse four year. You've 'ad my substance: my plate and linning. You ho me a milk and butter bill of two 'undred pound, you must 'ave noo laid heggs for your homlets, and cream for your spanil dog."

"Mr. Raggles," said Becky in a passion of vexation, "you will surely not let me be insulted by that drunken man?"
"Oh, Ma'am," said Raggles, "I've known the Crawley family ever since I was born. I little thought one of that family was a goin' to ruin me. Har you a goin' to pay me? You've lived in this 'ouse four year. You ho me a milk and butter bill of two 'undred pound, for you must have cream for your spanil dog."
