“ Mr. Bolter,” replied Noah, who had prepared himself for such emergency. “ Mr. Morris Bolter. This is Mrs. Bolter.”

“ Mrs. Bolter’s humble servant,” said Fagin, bowing with grotesque politeness. “I hope I shall know her better very shortly.”

“Do you hear the gentleman, Charlotte?” thundered Mr. Claypole.

“Yes, Noah, dear!” replied Mrs. Bolter, extending her hand.