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The
breakfast
-
parlour
door
was
partially
open
.
He
peeped
in
.
The
spinster
aunt
was
knitting
.
He
coughed
;
she
looked
up
and
smiled
.
Hesitation
formed
no
part
of
Mr
.
Alfred
Jingle
’
s
character
.
He
laid
his
finger
on
his
lips
mysteriously
,
walked
in
,
and
closed
the
door
.
‘
Miss
Wardle
,
’
said
Mr
.
Jingle
,
with
affected
earnestness
,
‘
forgive
intrusion
—
short
acquaintance
—
no
time
for
ceremony
—
all
discovered
.
’
‘
Sir
!
’
said
the
spinster
aunt
,
rather
astonished
by
the
unexpected
apparition
and
somewhat
doubtful
of
Mr
.
Jingle
’
s
sanity
.
‘
Hush
!
’
said
Mr
.
Jingle
,
in
a
stage
-
whisper
—
‘
Large
boy
—
dumpling
face
—
round
eyes
—
rascal
!
’
Here
he
shook
his
head
expressively
,
and
the
spinster
aunt
trembled
with
agitation
.
‘
I
presume
you
allude
to
Joseph
,
Sir
?
’
said
the
lady
,
making
an
effort
to
appear
composed
.
‘
Yes
,
ma
’
am
—
damn
that
Joe
!
—
treacherous
dog
,
Joe
—
told
the
old
lady
—
old
lady
furious
—
wild
—
raving
—
arbour
—
Tupman
—
kissing
and
hugging
—
all
that
sort
of
thing
—
eh
,
ma
’
am
—
eh
?
’
‘
Mr
.
Jingle
,
’
said
the
spinster
aunt
,
‘
if
you
come
here
,
Sir
,
to
insult
me
—
’
‘
Not
at
all
—
by
no
means
,
’
replied
the
unabashed
Mr
.
Jingle
—
‘
overheard
the
tale
—
came
to
warn
you
of
your
danger
—
tender
my
services
—
prevent
the
hubbub
.
Never
mind
—
think
it
an
insult
—
leave
the
room
’
—
and
he
turned
,
as
if
to
carry
the
threat
into
execution
.
‘
What
SHALL
I
do
!
’
said
the
poor
spinster
,
bursting
into
tears
.
‘
My
brother
will
be
furious
.
’
‘
Of
course
he
will
,
’
said
Mr
.
Jingle
pausing
—
‘
outrageous
.
’
‘
Oh
,
Mr
.
Jingle
,
what
CAN
I
say
!
’
exclaimed
the
spinster
aunt
,
in
another
flood
of
despair
.
