“Very well. Then you have done all you have got to do. Say another word — one single word — and Wemmick shall give you your money back.”

This terrible threat caused the two women to fall off immediately.

No one remained now but the excitable Jew, who had already raised the skirts of Mr. Jaggers's coat to his lips several times.

“I don't know this man!” said Mr. Jaggers, in the same devastating strain: “What does this fellow want?”

“Ma thear Mithter Jaggerth. Hown brother to Habraham Latharuth?”

“Who's he?” said Mr. Jaggers. “Let go of my coat.”

The suitor, kissing the hem of the garment again before relinquishing it, replied,