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The young ladies looked at each other, and then at mamma, who, seeing what
was wanted, looked at papa, and asked, 'if he was going to ask Lord
Scamperdale over?' Amelia, among her many 'presentiments,' had long enjoyed
one that she was destined to be Lady Scamperdale.
'No--_over_--no,' snapped Jawleyford; 'what should put that in your head?'
'Oh, I thought as Mr. Sponge was here, you might think it a good time to
ask him.'
'His lordship knows he can come when he likes,' replied Jawleyford, adding,
'it's to put that Mr. John Spraggon off, who thinks he may do the same.'
'Mr. Spraggon!' exclaimed both the young ladies. 'Mr. Spraggon!--what
should set him here?'
'What, indeed?' asked Jawleyford.
'Poor man! I dare say there's no harm in him,' observed Mrs. Jawleyford,
who was always ready for anybody.
'No good either,' replied Jawleyford--'at all events, we'll be just as well
without him. You know him, don't you?' added he, turning to Sponge--'great
coarse man in spectacles.'
'Oh yes, I know him,' replied Sponge; 'a great ruffian he is, too,' added
he.


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