“Sir,” said Mr. Pickwick, somewhat indignant at the very sudden manner in which Mr. Peter Magnus had conjugated himself into the imperative mood, “I decline answering that question.”

“You decline it, Sir?” said Mr. Magnus.

“I do, Sir,” replied Mr. Pickwick; “I object to say anything which may compromise that lady, or awaken unpleasant recollections in her breast, without her consent and permission.”

“Miss Witherfield,” said Mr. Peter Magnus, “do you know this person?”

“Know him!” repeated the middle-aged lady, hesitating.