left, with one side of his face illuminated and the other in deep
shadow, "he feels it, I b'lieve. Such a whack o' dome as he'd a-bought,
and a weather-glass wherein the man comes forth as the woman goes
innards, an' a dresser, painted a bright liver colour, engaging to the
eye."

"I niver seed a more matterimonial outfit, as you might say," put in
Uncle Issy.

"An' a warmin'-pan, an' likewise a lookin'-glass of a high pattern."

"An' what do he say?" inquired Calvin Oke, drawing a short pipe from his
lips.

"In round numbers, he says nothing, but takes on."

"A wisht state!"

"Ay, 'tis wisht. Will 'ee be so good as to frisk up the beverage,
Prudy, my dear?"

Prudy took up a second large mug that stood warming on the hearthstone,
and began to pour the eggy-hot from one vessel to the other until a
creamy froth covered the top.

"'T'other chap's a handsome chap," she said, with her eyes on her work.

"Handsome is as handsome does," squeaked Uncle Issy.

"If you wasn' such an aged man, Uncle, I' call 'ee a very tame talker."