“Your determination, Sir. Oh! don’t stare at me, Sir,” said Mr. Magnus; “I recollect your words last night, Sir. You came down here, sir, to expose the treachery and falsehood of an individual on whose truth and honour you had placed implicit reliance⁠—eh?” Here Mr. Peter Magnus indulged in a prolonged sneer; and taking off his green spectacles⁠—which he probably found superfluous in his fit of jealousy⁠—rolled his little eyes about, in a manner frightful to behold.

“Eh?” said Mr. Magnus; and then he repeated the sneer with increased effect. “But you shall answer it, Sir.”

“Answer what?” said Mr. Pickwick.