“Now, leave this house instantly!” said Wardle, starting up.

“My dear Sir,” urged the little man.

“And mind,” said Mr. Wardle, “that nothing should have induced me to make this compromise⁠—not even a regard for my family⁠—if I had not known that the moment you got any money in that pocket of yours, you’d go to the devil faster, if possible, than you would without it⁠—”

“My dear sir,” urged the little man again.

“Be quiet, Perker,” resumed Wardle. “Leave the room, Sir.”

“Off directly,” said the unabashed Jingle. “Bye bye, Pickwick.”