At this proposition, the hysterics came on with redoubled violence.

The landlady was about to enter a very violent protest against this proceeding, and had already given vent to an indignant inquiry whether Mr. Wardle considered himself a lord of the creation, when Mr. Jingle interposed⁠—

“Boots,” said he, “get me an officer.”

“Stay, stay,” said little Mr. Perker. “Consider, Sir, consider.”

“I’ll not consider,” replied Jingle. “She’s her own mistress⁠—see who dares to take her away⁠—unless she wishes it.”