“I am so terrified, lest my brother should discover us!” said Rachael.

“Discover⁠—nonsense⁠—too much shaken by the breakdown⁠—besides⁠—extreme caution⁠—gave up the post-chaise⁠—walked on⁠—took a hackney-coach⁠—came to the Borough⁠—last place in the world that he’d look in⁠—ha! ha!⁠—capital notion that⁠—very.”

“Don’t be long,” said the spinster affectionately, as Mr. Jingle stuck the pinched-up hat on his head.

“Long away from you ?⁠—Cruel charmer,” and Mr. Jingle skipped playfully up to the spinster aunt, imprinted a chaste kiss upon her lips, and danced out of the room.

“Dear man!” said the spinster, as the door closed after him.