Sophronia, but Georgiana acutely remarks,” that. Through this device the two young people conversed at great length and committed themselves to a variety of delicate sentiments, without having once opened their lips, save to say yes or no, and even that not to one another.
Fledgeby took his leave of Miss Podsnap at the carriage door, and the Lammles dropped her at her own home, and on the way Mrs. Lammle archly rallied her, in her fond and protecting manner, by saying at intervals, “Oh little Georgiana, little Georgiana!” Which was not much; but the tone added, “You have enslaved your Fledgeby.”
And thus the Lammles got home at last, and the lady sat down moody and weary, looking at her dark lord engaged in a deed of violence with a bottle of soda-water as though he were wringing the neck of some unlucky creature and pouring its blood down his throat. As he wiped his dripping whiskers in an ogreish way, he met her eyes, and pausing, said, with no very gentle voice:
“Well?”
“Was such an absolute Booby necessary to the purpose?”
“I know what I am doing. He is no such dolt as you suppose.”
“A genius, perhaps?”
“You sneer, perhaps; and you take a lofty air upon yourself perhaps! But I tell you this:—when that young fellow’s interest is concerned, he holds as tight as a horseleech. When money is in question with that young fellow, he is a match for the Devil.”
“Is he a match for you?”
“He is. Almost as good a one as you thought me for you. He has no quality of youth in him, but such as you have seen today. Touch him