"Sophia! Hold your tongue!" observed the gentleman. "Sit down, if you please," addressing Tom.
Tom sat down, looking from one face to another, in mute surprise.
"Remain here, if you please, Miss Pinch," pursued the gentleman, looking slightly over his shoulder.
Tom interrupted him here, by rising to place a chair for his sister. Having done which, he sat down again.
"I am glad you chance to have called to see your sister to-day, sir," resumed the brass and copper founder. "For although I do not approve, as a principle, of any young person engaged in my family, in the capacity of a governess, receiving visitors, it happens in this case to be well-timed. I am sorry to inform you that we are not at all satisfied with your sister."
"We are very much dissatisfied with her," observed the lady.
"I'd never say another lesson to Miss Pinch if I was to be beat to death for it!" sobbed the pupil.
"Sophia!" cried her father. "Hold your tongue!"
"Will you allow me to inquire what your ground of dissatisfaction is?" asked Tom.
"Yes," said the gentleman, "I will. I don't recognise it as a right; but I will. Your sister has not the slightest innate power of commanding respect. It has been a constant source of difference between us. Although she has been in this family for some time, and although the young lady who is now present, has almost, as it were, grown up under her tuition, that young lady has no respect for her. Miss Pinch has been perfectly unable to command my daughter's respect, or to win my daughter's confidence. Now," said the gentleman, allowing the palm of his hand to fall gravely down upon the table: "I maintain that there is something radically wrong in that! You, as her brother, may be disposed to deny it—"
"I beg your pardon, sir," said Tom. "I am not at all disposed to deny it. I am sure that there is something radically wrong: radically monstrous: in that."
"Good Heavens!" cried the gentleman, looking round the room with dignity, "what do I find to be the case! what results obtrude themselves upon me as flowing from this weakness of character on the part of Miss Pinch! What are my feelings as a father, when, after my desire (repeatedly expressed to Miss Pinch, as I think she will not venture to deny) that my daughter should be choice in her expressions, genteel in her deportment, as becomes her station in life, and politely distant to her inferiors in society, I find her, only this very morning, addressing Miss Pinch herself, as a beggar!"
"A beggarly thing," observed the lady, in correction.
"Which is worse," said the gentleman, triumphantly; "which is worse. A beggarly thing! A low, coarse, despicable expression!"
"Most despicable," cried Tom. "I am glad to find that there is a just appreciation of it here."
"So just, sir," said the gentleman, lowering his voice to be the more impressive. "So just, that, but for my knowing Miss Pinch to be an unprotected young person, an orphan, and without friends, I would, as
