“You hold your tongue, I say again,” cried Jessop, gripping Wrigley’s wrist so tightly that, without a struggle, there was no escape. “She has to hear it.”
“Nonsense, nonsense!”
“Is it?” cried Jessop, sitting bolt upright now.
“We shall see about that. She’s always at me about him.”
“Now, my dear old Jessop, friend of all these years, do you think I want you to insult Mrs Reed before me?”
“Insult, is it? You should hear how she insults me.”
“And I daresay you deserve it, just as you do now.”
“No, you don’t. Want to make friends at court, do you?”
“There, there! let me help you to bed, old fellow.”
“I’m going up to bed when I like, and when you’re gone.”