“Are you ashamed of yourself, sir, or are you not?” inquired the old gentleman.
“No, sir,” replied Mr. Winkle, drawing Arabella’s arm through his. “I am not ashamed of myself, or of my wife either.”
“Upon my word!” cried the old gentleman, ironically.
“I am very sorry to have done anything which has lessened your affection for me, sir,” said Mr. Winkle; “but I will say, at the same time, that I have no reason to be ashamed of having this lady for my wife, nor you of having her for a daughter.”
“Give me your hand, Nat,” said the old gentleman in an altered voice. “Kiss me, my love. You are a very charming little daughter-in-law after all!”
In a few minutes’ time Mr. Winkle went in search of Mr. Pickwick, and returning with that gentleman, presented him to his father, whereupon they shook hands for five minutes incessantly.
“Mr. Pickwick, I thank you most heartily for all your kindness to my son,” said old Mr. Winkle, in a bluff straightforward way. “I am a hasty fellow, and when I saw you last, I was vexed and taken by surprise. I have judged for myself now, and am more than satisfied. Shall I make any more apologies, Mr. Pickwick?”
“Not one,” replied that gentleman. “You have done the only thing wanting to complete my happiness.”
Hereupon, there was another shaking of hands for five minutes longer, accompanied by a great number of complimentary speeches, which, besides being complimentary, had the additional and very novel recommendation of being sincere.