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"And without having sufficient property of your own to afford your husband any permanent assistance in exchange for the worldly advantages which you knew he would have gained if he had married agreeably to his father's wishes?"said the old gentleman."This is what the boys and girls call disinterested affection, till they have boys and girls of their own, and then they see it in a rougher and very different light!"Arabella's tears flowed fast, as she pleaded in extenuation that she was young and inexperienced; that her attachment had alone induced her to take the step to which she had resorted; and that she had been deprived of the counsel and guidance of her parents almost from infancy.

"It was wrong," said the old gentleman in a milder tone, "very wrong.

It was foolish, romantic, unbusiness-like.""It was my fault; all my fault, sir," replied poor Arabella, weeping.

"Nonsense," said the old gentleman; "it was not your fault that he fell in love with you, I suppose? Yes it was though," said the old gentleman, looking rather slyly at Arabella."It was your fault.He couldn't help it."This little compliment, or the little gentleman's odd way of paying it, or his altered manner--so much kinder than it was, at first--or all three together, forced a smile from Arabella in the midst of her tears.

"Where's your husband?" inquired the old gentleman, abruptly; stopping a smile which was just coming over his own face.

"I expect him every instant, sir," said Arabella."I persuaded him to take a walk this morning.He is very low and wretched at not having heard from his father.""Low, is he?" said the old gentleman."Serve him right!""He feels it on my account, I am afraid," said Arabella; "and indeed, sir, I feel it deeply on his.I have been the sole means of bringing him to his present condition.""Don't mind it on his account, my dear," said the old gentleman."It serves him right.I am glad of it--actually glad of it, as far as he is concerned."The words were scarcely out of the old gentleman's lips, when footsteps were heard ascending the stairs, which he and Arabella seemed both to recognise at the same moment.The little gentleman turned pale, and making a strong effort to appear composed, stood up, as Mr.Winkle entered the room.

"Father!" cried Mr.Winkle, recoiling in amazement.

"Yes, sir," replied the little old gentleman."Well, sir, what have you got to say to me?"Mr.Winkle remained silent.

"You are ashamed of yourself, I hope, sir?" said the old gentleman.

Still Mr.Winkle said nothing.

"Are you ashamed of yourself, sir, or are you not?" inquired the old gentleman.

"No, sir," replied Mr.Winkle, drawing Arabella's arm through his."Iam not ashamed of myself, or of my wife either.""Upon my word!" cried the old gentleman, ironically.

"I am very sorry to have done anything which has lessened your affection for me, sir," said Mr.Winkle; "but I will say, at the same time, that I have no reason to be ashamed of having this lady for my wife, nor you of having her for a daughter.""Give me your hand, Nat," said the old gentleman in an altered voice.

"Kiss me, my love.You are a very charming little daughter-in-law after all!"In a few minutes' time Mr.Winkle went in search of Mr.Pickwick, and returning with that gentleman, presented him to his father, whereupon they shook hands for five minutes incessantly.

"Mr.Pickwick, I thank you most heartily for all your kindness to my son," said old Mr.Winkle, in a bluff straight-forward way."I am a hasty fellow, and when I saw you last, I was vexed and taken by surprise.I have judged for myself now, and am more than satisfied.Shall I make any more apologies, Mr.Pickwick?""Not one," replied that gentleman."You have done the only thing wanting to complete my happiness."Hereupon, there was another shaking of hands for five minutes longer, accompanied by a great number of complimentary speeches, which, besides being complimentary, had the additional and very novel recommendation of being sincere.

Sam had dutifully seen his father to the Belle Sauvage, when, on returning, he encountered the fat boy in the court, who had been charged with the delivery of a note from Emily Wardle.

"I say," said Joe, who was unusually loquacious, "what a pretty girl Mary is, isn't she? I am so fond of her, I am!"Mr.Weller made no verbal remark in reply; but eyeing the fat boy for a moment, quite transfixed at his presumption, led him by the collar to the corner, and dismissed him with a harmless but ceremonious kick.After which, he walked home, whistling.

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