Samson And Delilah

'Be calm, my dear ma'am,' said Mr. Chillip, in his softest accents. ¡¡¡¡'There is no longer any occasion for uneasiness, ma'am. Be calm.' ¡¡¡¡It has since been considered almost a miracle that my aunt didn't shake him, and shake what he had to say, out of him. She only shook her own head at him, but in a way that made him quail. ¡¡¡¡'Well, ma'am,' resumed Mr. Chillip, as soon as he had courage, 'I am happy to congratulate you. All is now over, ma'am,
and well over.' ¡¡¡¡During the five minutes or so that Mr. Chillip devoted to the delivery of this oration, my aunt eyed him narrowly. ¡¡¡¡'How is she?' said my aunt, folding her arms with her bonnet still tied on one of them. ¡¡¡¡'Well, ma'am, she will soon be quite comfortable, I hope,' returned Mr. Chillip. 'Quite as comfortable as we can expect a young mother to be, under these melancholy domestic circumstances. There cannot be any objection to your seeing her presently, ma'am. It may do her good.' ¡¡¡¡'And SHE. How is SHE?' said my aunt, sharply.