“Yes, know him, ma’am; I said know him,” replied Mr. Magnus, with ferocity.

“I have seen him,” replied the middle-aged lady.

“Where?” inquired Mr. Magnus, “where?”

“That,” said the middle-aged lady, rising from her seat, and averting her head⁠—“that I would not reveal for worlds.”

“I understand you, ma’am,” said Mr. Pickwick, “and respect your delicacy; it shall never be revealed by me depend upon it.”