“Now,” said Fledgeby approvingly, “you’re answering to a sensible purpose. Now, you’re coming out and looking alive! So I make so free, Miss Jenny, as to offer the remark, that you and Judah were too thick together to last. You can’t come to be intimate with such a deep file as Judah without beginning to see a little way into him, you know,” said Fledgeby with a wink.

“I must own,” returned the dressmaker, with her eyes upon her work, “that we are not good friends at present.”

“I know you’re not good friends at present,” said Fledgeby. “I know all about it. I should like to pay off Judah, by not letting him have his own deep way in everything. In most things he’ll get it by hook or by crook, but⁠—hang it all!⁠—don’t let him have his own deep way in everything. That’s too much.” Mr. Fledgeby said this with some display of indignant warmth, as if he was counsel in the cause for Virtue.

“How can I prevent his having his own way?” began the dressmaker.