“Well, my dear sir⁠—you don’t take snuff!⁠—ah! so much the better⁠—expensive habit⁠—well, my dear Sir, you’re a fine young man, man of the world⁠—able to push your fortune, if you had capital, eh?”

“Well,” said Mr. Jingle again.

“Do you comprehend me?”

“Not quite.”

“Don’t you think⁠—now, my dear Sir, I put it to you don’t you think⁠—that fifty pounds and liberty would be better than Miss Wardle and expectation?”

“Won’t do⁠—not half enough!” said Mr. Jingle, rising.