If I was to ask Boots how it happened that he was a-going to leave that place just at that present time, well, he couldn’t rightly answer me.  He did suppose he might have stayed there till now if he had been anyways inclined.  But, you see, he was younger then, and he wanted change.  That’s what he wanted,—­change.  Mr. Walmers, he said to him when he gave him notice of his intentions to leave, “Cobbs,” he says, “have you anythink to complain of?  I make the inquiry because if I find that any of my people really has anythink to complain of, I wish to make it right if I can.”  “No, sir,” says Cobbs; “thanking you, sir, I find myself as well sitiwated here as I could hope to be anywheres.  The truth is, sir, that I’m a-going to seek my fortun’.”  “O, indeed, Cobbs!” he says; “I hope you may find it.”  And Boots could assure me—­which he did, touching his hair with his bootjack, as a salute in the way of his present calling—­that he hadn’t found it yet.

Well, sir!  Boots left the Elmses when his time was up, and Master Harry, he went down to the old lady’s at York, which old lady would have given that child the teeth out of her head (if she had had any), she was so wrapped up in him.  What does that Infant do,—­for Infant you may call him and be within the mark,—­but cut away from that old lady’s with his Norah, on a expedition to go to Gretna Green and be married!

Sir, Boots was at this identical Holly-Tree Inn (having left it several times since to better himself, but always come back through one thing or another), when, one summer afternoon, the coach drives up, and out of the coach gets them two children.  The Guard says to our Governor, “I don’t quite make out these little passengers, but the young gentleman’s words was, that they was to be brought here.”  The young gentleman gets out; hands his lady out; gives the Guard something for himself; says to our Governor, “We’re to stop here to-night, please.  Sitting-room and two bedrooms will be required.  Chops and cherry-pudding for two!” and tucks her, in her sky-blue mantle, under his arm, and walks into the house much bolder than Brass.

Boots leaves me to judge what the amazement of that establishment was, when these two tiny creatures all alone by themselves was marched into the Angel,—­much more so, when he, who had seen them without their seeing him, give the Governor his views of the expedition they was upon.  “Cobbs,” says the Governor, “if this is so, I must set off myself to York, and quiet their friends’ minds.  In which case you must keep your eye upon ’em, and humour ’em, till I come back.  But before I take these measures, Cobbs, I should wish you to find from themselves whether your opinion is correct.”  “Sir, to you,” says Cobbs, “that shall be done directly.”

So Boots goes up-stairs to the Angel, and there he finds Master Harry on a e-normous sofa,—­immense at any time, but looking like the Great Bed of Ware, compared with him,—­a drying the eyes of Miss Norah with his pocket-hankecher.  Their little legs was entirely off the ground, of course, and it really is not possible for Boots to express to me how small them children looked.