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This
important
business
of
the
evening
had
hardly
commenced
,
when
the
door
was
thrown
briskly
open
,
and
another
gentleman
in
a
light
-
blue
suit
,
and
leaden
buttons
,
made
his
appearance
.
‘
Against
the
rules
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tuckle
.
‘
Too
late
,
too
late
.
’
‘
No
,
no
;
positively
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
,
’
said
the
gentleman
in
blue
.
‘
I
appeal
to
the
company
.
An
affair
of
gallantry
now
,
an
appointment
at
the
theayter
.
’
‘
Oh
,
that
indeed
,
’
said
the
gentleman
in
the
orange
plush
.
‘
Yes
;
raly
now
,
honour
bright
,
’
said
the
man
in
blue
.
‘
I
made
a
promese
to
fetch
our
youngest
daughter
at
half
-
past
ten
,
and
she
is
such
an
uncauminly
fine
gal
,
that
I
raly
hadn
’
t
the
‘
art
to
disappint
her
.
No
offence
to
the
present
company
,
Sir
,
but
a
petticut
,
sir
—
a
petticut
,
Sir
,
is
irrevokeable
.
’
‘
I
begin
to
suspect
there
’
s
something
in
that
quarter
,
’
said
Tuckle
,
as
the
new
-
comer
took
his
seat
next
Sam
,
‘
I
’
ve
remarked
,
once
or
twice
,
that
she
leans
very
heavy
on
your
shoulder
when
she
gets
in
and
out
of
the
carriage
.
’
‘
Oh
,
raly
,
raly
,
Tuckle
,
you
shouldn
’
t
,
’
said
the
man
in
blue
.
‘
It
’
s
not
fair
.
I
may
have
said
to
one
or
two
friends
that
she
wos
a
very
divine
creechure
,
and
had
refused
one
or
two
offers
without
any
hobvus
cause
,
but
—
no
,
no
,
no
,
indeed
,
Tuckle
—
before
strangers
,
too
—
it
’
s
not
right
—
you
shouldn
’
t
.
Delicacy
,
my
dear
friend
,
delicacy
!
’
And
the
man
in
blue
,
pulling
up
his
neckerchief
,
and
adjusting
his
coat
cuffs
,
nodded
and
frowned
as
if
there
were
more
behind
,
which
he
could
say
if
he
liked
,
but
was
bound
in
honour
to
suppress
.
The
man
in
blue
being
a
light
-
haired
,
stiff
-
necked
,
free
and
easy
sort
of
footman
,
with
a
swaggering
air
and
pert
face
,
had
attracted
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
special
attention
at
first
,
but
when
he
began
to
come
out
in
this
way
,
Sam
felt
more
than
ever
disposed
to
cultivate
his
acquaintance
;
so
he
launched
himself
into
the
conversation
at
once
,
with
characteristic
independence
.
‘
Your
health
,
Sir
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
like
your
conversation
much
.
I
think
it
’
s
wery
pretty
.
