“ ‘Why, what the devil do you want here?’ said old Lobbs, in a fearful voice.

“Nathaniel Pipkin could make no reply, so old Lobbs shook him backwards and forwards, for two or three minutes, by way of arranging his ideas for him.

“ ‘What do you want here?’ roared Lobbs; ‘I suppose you have come after my daughter, now!’

“Old Lobbs merely said this as a sneer: for he did not believe that mortal presumption could have carried Nathaniel Pipkin so far. What was his indignation, when that poor man replied⁠—

“ ‘Yes, I did,