"Wretch," said Mrs. Nupkins, "we we scorn your base insinuations."
"I always hated him," added Henrietta.
"Oh, of course," said Jingle. "Tall young man—old lover—Sidney Porkenham—rich—fine fellow—not so rich as captain, though?—turn him away—off with him—anything for captain—nothing like captain anywhere—all the girls—raving mad—eh, Job?"
Here Mr. Jingle laughed very heartily; and Job, rubbing his hands with delight, uttered the first sound he had given vent to, since he entered the house—a low noiseless chuckle, which seemed to intimate that he enjoyed his laugh too much, to let any of it escape in sound.
"Mr. Nupkins," said the elder lady, "this is not a fit conversation for the servants to overhear. Let these wretches be removed."
"Certainly, my dear," said Mr. Nupkins. "Muzzle!"
"Your worship."
"Open the front door."
"Yes, your worship."
"Leave the house!" said Mr. Nupkins, waving his hand emphatically. Jingle smiled, and moved towards the door.
"Stay!" said Mr. Pickwick.
Jingle stopped.
"I might," said Mr. Pickwick, "have taken a much greater revenge for the treatment I have experienced at your hands, and that of your hypocritical friend there."
Job Trotter bowed with great politeness, and laid his hand upon his heart.
"I say," said Mr. Pickwick, growing gradually angry, "that I might have taken a greater revenge, but I content myself with exposing you, which I consider a duty I owe to society. This is a leniency, sir, which I hope you will remember."
When Mr. Pickwick arrived at this point, Job Trotter,
