I will.'

You'll show your spirit?'

I will.' 'You'll not have him afterwards?'

Never.'

You'll take somebody else?' 'Yes.'

You shall.'

Mr Jingle fell on his knees, remained thereupon for five minutes

thereafter; and rose the accepted lover of the spinster aunt -

conditionally upon Mr Tupman's perjury being made clear and

manifest.

The burden of proof lay with Mr Alfred Jingle; and he produced his

evidence that very day at dinner. The spinster aunt could hardly

believe her eyes. Mr Tracy Tupman was established at Emily's side,

ogling, whispering, and smiling, in opposition to Mr Snodgrass. Not a

word, not a look, not a glance, did he bestow upon his heart's pride of

the evening before.

Damn that boy!' thought old Mr Wardle to himself. - He had heard the

story from his mother. 'Damn that boy! He must have been asleep. It's

all imagination.'

Traitor!' thought the spinster aunt. 'Dear Mr Jingle was not deceiving

me. Ugh! how I hate the wretch!'

The following conversation may serve to explain to our readers this

apparently unaccountable alteration of deportment on the part of Mr

Tracy Tupman.

The time was evening; the scene the garden. There were two figures

walking in a side path; one was rather short and stout; the other tall

and slim. They were Mr Tupman and Mr Jingle. The stout figure

commenced the dialogue.

How did I do it?' he inquired.

Splendid - capital - couldn't act better myself - you must repeat the

part to-morrow - every evening till further notice.'

Does Rachael still wish it?'

The Pickwick Papers