into space. This perhaps in some sort arose from Mr Podsnap’s blushing young person being, so to speak, all cheek: whereas there is a possibility that there may be young persons of a rather more complex organization.

If Mr Podsnap, pulling up his shirt-collar, could only have beard himself called “that fellow” in a certain short dialogue, which passed between Mr and Mrs Lammle in their opposite corners of their little carriage, rolling home!

“Sophronia, are you awake?”

“Am I likely to be asleep, sir?”

“Very likely, I should think, after that fellow’s company. Attend to what I am going to say.”

“I have attended to what you have already said, have I not? What else have I been doing all to-night.”

“Attend, I tell you,” (in a raised voice) “to what I am going to say. Keep close to that idiot girl. Keep her under your thumb. You have her fast, and you are not to let her go. Do you hear?”

“I hear you.”

“I foresee there is money to be made out of this, besides taking that fellow down a peg. We owe each other money, you know.”

Mrs Lammle winced a little at the reminder, but only enough to shake her scents and essences anew into the atmosphere of the little carriage, as she settled herself afresh in her own dark corner.


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