"And me," insinuated Mrs. Maggot. "My little fancy man's quite as fond of me as of you, Bess. Ain't you, Jacky darling?"
"Not quite, Poll," returned Mr. Sheppard; "but I love you next to her, and both of you better than Her," pointing with the pipe to his mother.
"Oh, Heavens!" cried Mrs. Sheppard.
"Bravo!" shouted Blueskin. "Tom Sheppard never said a better thing than that—ho! ho!"
"Jack," cried his mother, wringing her hands in distraction, "you'll break my heart!"
"Poh! poh!" returned her son; "women don't so easily break their hearts. Do they, Bess?"
"Certainly not," replied the young lady appealed to, "especially about their sons."
"Wretch!" cried Mrs. Sheppard, bitterly.
"I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't stand any more of that nonsense. What do you mean by calling me wretch, Madam!" she added marching up to Mrs. Sheppard, and regarding her with an insolent and threatening glance.
"Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her.