'Very much so, indeed,' said Cherry, with a demureness of manner that
gave a very disinterested character to her assent.
'Such liveliness as yours I mean, you know,' observed Mr Jonas, as he
nudged her with his elbow. 'I should have come to see you before, but I
didn't know where you was. How quick you hurried off, that morning!'
'I was amenable to my papa's directions,' said Miss Charity.
'I wish he had given me his direction,' returned her cousin, 'and then
I should have found you out before. Why, I shouldn't have found you even
now, if I hadn't met him in the street this morning. What a sleek, sly
chap he is! Just like a tomcat, an't he?'
'I must trouble you to have the goodness to speak more respectfully of
my papa, Mr Jonas,' said Charity. 'I can't allow such a tone as that,
even in jest.'
'Ecod, you may say what you like of MY father, then, and so I give you
leave,' said Jonas. 'I think it's liquid aggravation that circulates
through his veins, and not regular blood. How old should you think my
father was, cousin?'
'Old, no doubt,' replied Miss Charity; 'but a fine old gentleman.
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