“Can I,” said Mr. Jingle, fixing his eyes on the aunt’s face⁠—“can I see⁠—lovely creature⁠—sacrificed at the shrine⁠—heartless avarice!” He appeared to be struggling with various conflicting emotions for a few seconds, and then said in a low voice⁠—“Tupman only wants your money.”

“The wretch!” exclaimed the spinster, with energetic indignation. ( Mr. Jingle’s doubts were resolved. She had money.)

“More than that,” said Jingle⁠—“loves another.”

“Another!” ejaculated the spinster. “Who?”

“Short girl⁠—black eyes⁠—niece Emily.”

There was a pause.