becamehysterical，andswoonedasifIhadbeenthedeathofher。
Anaffectingscenefollowed，duringwhichIwashandedaboutandpokedatherbyvariouspeople，asifIwerethebottleofsalts。
Revivingalittle，sheembracedme，said，’Youknewhimwell，dearMasterUncommercial，andheknewyou！’andfaintedagain:which，astherestoftheCoatofArmssoothinglysaid，’donehercredit。’
Now，Iknewthatsheneedn’thavefaintedunlesssheliked，andthatshewouldn’thavefaintedunlessithadbeenexpectedofher，quiteaswellasIknowitatthisday。Itmademefeeluncomfortableandhypocriticalbesides。IwasnotsurebutthatitmightbemannersinMEtofaintnext，andIresolvedtokeepmyeyeonFlanders’suncle，andifIsawanysignsofhisgoinginthatdirection，togotoo，politely。ButFlanders’sunclewhowasaweaklittleoldretailgrocerhadonlyoneidea，whichwasthatweallwantedtea；andhehandeduscupsofteaallround，incessantly，whetherwerefusedornot。TherewasayoungnephewofFlanders’spresent，towhomFlanders，itwasrumoured，hadleftnineteenguineas。Hedrankalltheteathatwasofferedhim，thisnephew-amounting，Ishouldsay，toseveralquarts-andateasmuchplum-cakeashecouldpossiblycomeby；buthefeltittobedecentmourningthatheshouldnowandthenstopinthemidstofalumpofcake，andappeartoforgetthathismouthwasfull，inthecontemplationofhisuncle’smemory。Ifeltallthistobethefaultoftheundertaker，whowashandingusglovesonatea-trayasiftheyweremuffins，andtyingusintocloaksminehadtobepinnedupallround，itwassolongforme，becauseIknewthathewasmakinggame。So，whenwegotoutintothestreets，andI
constantlydisarrangedtheprocessionbytumblingonthepeoplebeforemebecausemyhandkerchiefblindedmyeyes，andtrippingupthepeoplebehindmebecausemycloakwassolong，Ifeltthatwewereallmakinggame。IwastrulysorryforFlanders，butIknewthatitwasnoreasonwhyweshouldbetryingthewomenwiththeirheadsinhoodslikecoal-scuttleswiththeblacksideoutwardtokeepstepwithamaninascarf，carryingathinglikeamourningspy-glass，whichhewasgoingtoopenpresentlyandsweepthehorizonwith。Iknewthatweshouldnotallhavebeenspeakinginoneparticularkey-notestruckbytheundertaker，ifwehadnotbeenmakinggame。Eveninourfaceswewereeveryoneofusasliketheundertakerasifwehadbeenhisownfamily，andI