Eugene looks “Excuse me,” towards Mrs. Veneering, goes out, and finds Young Blight, Mortimer’s clerk, at the hall-door.

“You told me to bring him, sir, to wherever you was, if he come while you was out and I was in,” says that discreet young gentleman, standing on tiptoe to whisper; “and I’ve brought him.”

“Sharp boy. Where is he?” asks Eugene.

“He’s in a cab, sir, at the door. I thought it best not to show him, you see, if it could be helped; for he’s a-shaking all over, like,”⁠—Blight’s simile is perhaps inspired by the surrounding dishes of sweets⁠—“like glue monge.”

“Sharp boy again,” returns Eugene. “I’ll go to him.”