“But, my love,” said Mr. Pott, with great humility, “ Mr. Pickwick does take an interest in it.”

“It’s well for him if he can,” said Mrs. Pott emphatically; “I am wearied out of my life with your politics, and quarrels with the Independent , and nonsense. I am quite astonished, P. , at your making such an exhibition of your absurdity.”

“But, my dear⁠—” said Mr. Pott.

“Oh, nonsense, don’t talk to me,” said Mrs. Pott. “Do you play écarté, Sir?”