man had no fear of doing anything so impossible; but—
But Mr. Podsnap felt that the time had come for flushing and flourishing this meek man down for good. So he said:
“I must decline to pursue this painful discussion. It is not pleasant to my feelings; it is repugnant to my feelings. I have said that I do not admit these things. I have also said that if they do occur (not that I admit it), the fault lies with the sufferers themselves. It is not for me ”— Mr. Podsnap pointed “me” forcibly, as adding by implication though it may be all very well for you —“it is not for me to impugn the workings of Providence. I know better than that, I trust, and I have mentioned what the intentions of Providence are. Besides,” said Mr. Podsnap, flushing high up among his hairbrushes, with a strong consciousness of personal affront, “the subject is a very disagreeable one. I will go so far as to say it is an odious one. It is not one to be introduced among our wives and young persons, and I—” He finished with that flourish of his arm which added more expressively than any words, And I remove it from the face of the earth.
Simultaneously with this quenching of the meek man’s ineffectual fire; Georgiana having left the ambler up a lane of sofa, in a No Thoroughfare of back drawing-room, to find his own way out, came back to Mrs. Lammle. And who should be with Mrs. Lammle, but Mr. Lammle. So fond of her!
“Alfred, my love, here is my friend. Georgiana, dearest girl, you must like my husband next to me.”
Mr. Lammle was proud to be so soon distinguished by this special commendation to Miss Podsnap’s favour. But if Mr. Lammle were prone to be jealous of his dear Sophronia’s friendships, he would be jealous of her feeling towards Miss Podsnap.
“Say Georgiana, darling,” interposed his wife.