‘I am sure I don’t know what encouragement he would have, Mrs Todgers,’ returned Charity. ‘He walks with me, and plays cards with me, and he comes and sits alone with me.’
‘Quite right,’ said Mrs Todgers. ‘That’s indispensable, my dear.’
‘And he sits very close to me.’
‘Also quite correct,’ said Mrs Todgers.
‘And he looks at me.’
‘To be sure he does,’ said Mrs Todgers.
‘And he has his arm upon the back of the chair or sofa, or whatever it is—behind me, you know.’
‘I should think so,’ said Mrs Todgers.
‘And then he begins to cry!’
Mrs Todgers admitted that he might do better than that; and might undoubtedly profit by the recollection of the great Lord Nelson’s signal at the battle of Trafalgar. Still, she said, he would come round, or, not to mince the matter, would be brought round, if Miss Pecksniff took up a decided position, and plainly showed him that it must be done.