which, together with my aunt's cap-box, would emerge from the back
seat, amid a _duetto_ something after this fashion:--

_My Aunt_. "So, my dear, we thought as we were driving in this
direction we would see how you were getting on; and
by great good fortune, or rather as I should say
(Jasper, do not hang your head so; it looks so
deceitful) by the will of Heaven (and Heaven's will
be done, you know, my dear, which must be a great
comfort to you in your sore affliction), as Cyrus was
driving into Cadgwith yesterday--were you not,
Cyrus?"

_My Uncle_. "To be sure, my dear."

_My Aunt_. "Well, as I was saying, as Cyrus was driving into
Cadgwith yesterday to see Martha George's husband,
who was run over by the Helston coach, and she such a
regular attendant at the Prayer-meeting, but in the
midst of life (Jasper, don't fidget)--well, whom
should he see but Jane Ann Collins, with the finest
pair of ducks, too, and costing a mere nothing.
Cyrus will bear me out."

_My Uncle_. "Nothing at all, my dear. Jasper, come here and talk
to me. Do you know, Jasper, what happens to little
boys that tell lies? You do? Something terrible,
eh? Soul's perdition, my boy; soul's ev-er-last-ing
perdition. There, come and show me the pig."