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stays of the spinster aunt, and to administer such other restoratives as are usually applied by compassionate females to ladies who are endea- vouring to ferment themselves into hysterics.
- ' Coach is ready, Sir," said Sam, appearing at the door.
" Come along," cried Wardle. " I'll carry her down stairs."
At this proposition, the hysterics came on with redoubled violence. .
The landlady was about to enter a very violent protest against this proceeding, and had already given vent to an indignant inquiry whether Mr. Wardle considered himself a lord of the creation, when Mr, Jingle interposed —
" Boots," said he, " get me an officer."
- ' Stay, stay," said little Mr. Perker. « Consider, Sir, consider."
" I'll not consider," replied Jingle, ** she's her own mistress — see who dares to take her away — unless she wishes it."
" I wont be taken away," murmured the spinster aunt. " I dont wish it." (Here there was a frightful relapse.)
- ' My dear Sir," said the little man, in a low tone, taking Mr. War-
dle and Mr. Pickwick apart : ^' My dear Sir, we're in a very awkward situation. It's a distressing case — very; I never knew one more so; but really, my dear Sir, really we have no power to controul this lady's actions. I warned you before we came, my dear Sir, that there was nothing to look to but a compromise."
There was a short pause.
" What kind of compromise would you recommend ? " inquired Mr. Pickwick.
" 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 apart- ment.
" 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 resem- bling a wink, quivered for an instant in his left eye.
" Very good, very good," said the little man, observing the impres- sion 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."
" 0/c?,"'said Mr. Jingle, briefly but emphatically.
- ' Why, yes," said the attorney, with a slight cough. " You are
