“I pledge you my word, Mr Pickersgill, and thank you into the bargain. I trust you will allow me to offer some remuneration.”
“Most certainly not, my lord.”
“At all events, Mr Pickersgill, if, at any other time, I can be of service, you may command me.”
Pickersgill made no reply.
“Surely, Mr Pickersgill—”
“Pickersgill! How I hate that name!” said the smuggler, musing. “I beg your lordship’s pardon—If I may require your assistance for any of my unfortunate companions—”
“Not for yourself, Mr Pickersgill?” said Mrs Lascelles.
“Madam, I smuggle no more.”
“For the pleasure I feel in hearing that resolution, Mr Pickersgill,” said Cecilia, “take my hand and thanks.”
“And mine,” said Mrs Lascelles, half crying.