Whether or no the sharp vigour of this sally on a weak point of Mrs. Wilfer’s entrenchments might have routed that heroine for the time, is rendered uncertain by the arrival of a flag of truce in the person of Mr. George Sampson: bidden to the feast as a friend of the family, whose affections were now understood to be in course of transference from Bella to Lavinia, and whom Lavinia kept⁠—possibly in remembrance of his bad taste in having overlooked her in the first instance⁠—under a course of stinging discipline.

“I congratulate you, Mrs. Wilfer,” said Mr. George Sampson, who had meditated this neat address while coming along, “on the day.” Mrs. Wilfer thanked him with a magnanimous sigh, and again became an unresisting prey to that inscrutable toothache.