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‘
I
mean
what
did
you
do
when
your
married
daughter
told
you
this
?
’
‘
Oh
,
I
made
a
fool
of
myself
of
course
,
’
rejoined
Wardle
.
‘
Just
so
,
’
interposed
Perker
,
who
had
accompanied
this
dialogue
with
sundry
twitchings
of
his
watch
-
chain
,
vindictive
rubbings
of
his
nose
,
and
other
symptoms
of
impatience
.
‘
That
’
s
very
natural
;
but
how
?
’
‘
I
went
into
a
great
passion
and
frightened
my
mother
into
a
fit
,
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
That
was
judicious
,
’
remarked
Perker
;
‘
and
what
else
?
’
‘
I
fretted
and
fumed
all
next
day
,
and
raised
a
great
disturbance
,
’
rejoined
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
At
last
I
got
tired
of
rendering
myself
unpleasant
and
making
everybody
miserable
;
so
I
hired
a
carriage
at
Muggleton
,
and
,
putting
my
own
horses
in
it
,
came
up
to
town
,
under
pretence
of
bringing
Emily
to
see
Arabella
.
’
‘
Miss
Wardle
is
with
you
,
then
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
To
be
sure
she
is
,
’
replied
Wardle
.
‘
She
is
at
Osborne
’
s
Hotel
in
the
Adelphi
at
this
moment
,
unless
your
enterprising
friend
has
run
away
with
her
since
I
came
out
this
morning
.
’
‘
You
are
reconciled
then
?
’
said
Perker
.
‘
Not
a
bit
of
it
,
’
answered
Wardle
;
‘
she
has
been
crying
and
moping
ever
since
,
except
last
night
,
between
tea
and
supper
,
when
she
made
a
great
parade
of
writing
a
letter
that
I
pretended
to
take
no
notice
of
.
’
