"Why, my dear sir, our friend's in an unpleasant position—very much so. We must be content to suffer some pecuniary loss."
"I'll suffer any, rather than submit to this disgrace, and let her, fool as she is, be made miserable for life," said Wardle.
"I rather think it can be done," said the bustling little man. "Mr. Jingle, will you step with us into the next room for a moment?"
Mr. Jingle assented, and the quartette walked into an empty apartment.
"Now, sir," said the little man, as he carefully closed the door, "is there no way of accommodating this matter—step this way, sir, for a moment—into this window, sir, where we can be alone—there, sir, there, pray sit down, sir. Now, my dear sir, between you and I, we know very well, my dear sir, that you have run off with this lady for the sake of her money. Don't frown, sir, don't frown; I say, between you and I, we know it. We are both men of the world, and we know very well that our friends here, are not—eh?"
Mr. Jingle's face gradually relaxed; and something distantly resembling a wink quivered for an instant in his left eye.
"Very good, very good," said the little man, observing the impression he had made.
"Now the fact is, that beyond a few hundreds, the lady has little or nothing till the death of her mother—fine old lady, my dear sir."
"Old," said Mr. Jingle, briefly but emphatically.
"Why, yes," said the attorney with a slight cough. "You are right, my dear sir, she is rather old. She comes of an old sir; old in every sense of the word. The founder of that family came into Kent, when Julius Cæsar invaded Britain;—only one member of it, since, who hasn't lived to eighty-five, and he was beheaded by one of the Henrys. The old lady is not seventy-three now, my dear sir." The little man paused, and took a pinch of snuff.
"Well," cried Mr. Jingle.
"Well, my dear sir—you don't take snuff!—ah! so much the
