Post letters , Master Colander . And I wish it was in Huntingdonshire , with the best part of it , and that 's mistress . Poor thing ! A twelvemonth married , and six months of it as good as a widow . Aye ! but we do n't read ‘ em , it seems . And she do make others happy among the poor and the suffering . But , Master Colander , do let him have this letter from missus Then I will — there ! Poor dear lady ! I can n't abear that her letters , with her heart in ‘ em , I 'll be sworn , should lie unopened . Barnet post mark !— why , how can that be ? Well , it 's not my business .Master shall have it thoughThere goes that door , ah ! I thought it would n't be quiet long — what a rake-helly place this London is ! Stop ! stop ! I do n't think master can see you , young woman . Mistress ! why Miss Mabel — I ask your pardon , miss ,— I mean , madam . Bless your sweet face !— here , John , Thomas ! Lord , lord ! come at last ! oh ! how woundy glad I am , to be sure — oh ! lord , lord , my old head 's all of a muddle with joy to see your kind face again . Yes , yes , quite well , and main happy . Lord help her ! Yes , yes , madam ; you 'll startle him woundily . Yes , Miss Mabel ,— that is , madam ; but had n't I better prepare him like ? Your room , Miss Mabel ; no ! no ! that is Mr. Vane 's room , Ma'am . No , Ma'am , he is in the dining-roomAnon ! anon ! Poor thing ! poor thing !there goes that door again — darn me if I go till I 've seen Colander . Anon ,— Miss Mabel !— Well , my jack-a-dandy ! Here he 's a bringing himself , my jack-a-dandy .