The room rang with uproarious abuse, with disgusting language, with the terrific threats which are such common flowers of rhetoric in that world, and generally mean nothing whatever.  The end of it all was that Clem went to fetch a doctor; one in whom Mrs. Peckover could repose confidence.  The man was, in fact, a druggist, with a shop in an obscure street over towards St. Luke’s; in his window was exhibited a card which stated that a certain medical man could be consulted here daily.  The said medical man had, in fact, so much more business than he could attend to—­his name appearing in many shops—­that the druggist was deputed to act as his assistant, and was considerately supplied with death-certificates, already signed, and only needing to be filled in with details.  Summoned by Mrs. Peckover, whose old acquaintance he was, the druggist left the shop in care of his son, aged fifteen, and sped to Clerkenwell Close.  He made light of Jane’s ailment.  ’A little fever, that was all—­soon pull her round.  Any wounds, by-the-by?  No?  Oh, soon pull her round.  Send for medicines.’

’We’ll have her down in the back-kitchen as soon as the corffin’s away,’ said Mrs. Peckover to Mrs. Hewett.  ’Don’t you upset yerself about it, my dear; you’ve got quite enough to think about.  Yer ’usband got anythink yet?  Dear, dear!  Don’t you put yerself out.  I’m sure it was a great kindness of you to let the troublesome thing lay ‘ere all night.’

Funeral guests were beginning to assemble.  On arriving, they were conducted first of all into the front-room on the ground-floor, the Peckovers’ parlour.  It was richly furnished.  In the centre stood a round table, which left small space for moving about, and was at present covered with refreshments.  A polished sideboard supported a row of dessert-plates propped on their edges, and a number of glass vessels, probably meant for ornament alone, as they could not possibly have been put to any use.  A low cupboard in a recess was surmounted by a frosted cardboard model of St. Paul’s under a glass case, behind which was reared an oval tray painted with flowers..  Over the mantel-piece was the regulation mirror, its gilt frame enveloped in coarse yellow gauze; the mantel-piece itself bore a ‘wealth’ of embellishments in glass and crockery.  On each side of it hung a framed silhouette, portraits of ancestors.  Other pictures there were many, the most impressive being an ancient oil-painting, of which the canvas bulged forth from the frame; the subject appeared to be a ship, but was just as likely a view of the Alps.  Several German prints conveyed instruction as well as delight; one represented the trial of Strafford in Westminster Hall; another, the trial of William Lord Russell, at the Old Bailey.  There was also a group of engraved portraits, the Royal Family of England early in the reign of Queen Victoria; and finally, ’The Destruction of Nineveh,’ by John Martin.  Along the window-sill were disposed flower-pots containing artificial plants; one or other was always being knocked down by the curtains or blinds.