He appeared, for the moment, to be quite overwhelmed and stupified by the prospect of his approaching happiness; but recovering, entered the shop. He returned immediately: saying in a tone of despair,
"Twenty-four pound ten!"
Miss Pecksniff, turning to receive this announcement, became conscious of the observation of Tom Pinch and his sister.
"Oh, really!" cried Miss Pecksniff, glancing about her, as if for some convenient means of sinking into the earth. "Upon my word, I—there never was such a—to think that one should be so very—Mr. Augustus Toddle: Miss Pinch!"
Miss Pecksniff was quite gracious to Miss Pinch in this triumphant introduction; exceedingly gracious. She was more than gracious; she was kind and cordial. Whether the recollection of the old service Tom had rendered her in knocking Mr. Jonas on the head, had wrought this change in her opinions; or whether her separation from her parent had reconciled her to all human-kind, or to all that increasing portion of human-kind which was not friendly to him; or whether the delight of having some new female acquaintance to whom to communicate her interesting prospects, was paramount to every other consideration; cordial and kind Miss Pecksniff was. And twice Miss Pecksniff kissed Miss Pinch upon the cheek.
"Augustus—Mr. Pinch, you know. My dear girl!" said Miss Pecksniff, aside. "I never was so ashamed in my life."
Ruth begged her not to think of it.
"I mind your brother less than anybody else," simpered Miss Pecksniff. "But the indelicacy of meeting any gentleman under such circumstances! Augustus, my child, did you"
Here Miss Pecksniff whispered in his ear. The suffering Moddle repeated:
"Twenty four pound ten!"
"Oh, you silly man! I don't mean them," said Miss Pecksniff. "I am speaking of the"
Here she whispered him again.
"If it's the same patterned chintz as that in the window; thirty-two, twelve, six," said Moddle, with a sigh. "And very dear."
Miss Pecksniff stopped him from giving any further explanation by laying her hand upon his lips, and betraying a soft embarrassment. She then asked Tom Pinch which way he was going.
"I was going to see if I could find your sister," answered Tom, "to whom I wished to say a few words. We were going to Mrs. Todgers's, where I had the pleasure of seeing her, before."
"It's of no use your going on, then," said Cherry, "for we have not long left there; and I know she is not at home. But I 'll take you to my sister's house, if you please. Augustus—Mr. Moddle, I mean—and myself, are on our way to tea there, now. You needn't think of him," she added, nodding her head, as she observed some hesitation on Tom's part. "He is not at home."
"Are you sure?" asked Tom.
"Oh, I am quite sure of that. I don't want any more revenge,"
