“Not at all⁠—by no means,” replied the unabashed Mr. Jingle⁠—“overheard the tale⁠—came to warn you of your danger⁠—tender my services⁠—prevent the hubbub. Never mind⁠—think it an insult⁠—leave the room”⁠—and he turned, as if to carry the threat into execution.

“What shall I do!” said the poor spinster, bursting into tears. “My brother will be furious.”

“Of course he will,” said Mr. Jingle pausing⁠—“outrageous.”

“Oh, Mr. Jingle, what can I say!” exclaimed the spinster aunt, in another flood of despair.