“Peace!” said Mrs. Wilfer, solemnly. “I repeat, if Mr. George Sampson attributes, to my youngest daughter, grovelling motives, he attributes them equally to the mother of my youngest daughter. That mother repudiates them, and demands of Mr. George Sampson, as a youth of honour, what he would have? I may be mistaken⁠—nothing is more likely⁠—but Mr. George Sampson,” proceeded Mrs. Wilfer, majestically waving her gloves, “appears to me to be seated in a first-class equipage. Mr. George Sampson appears to me to be on his way, by his own admission, to a residence that may be termed palatial. Mr.