not, sir,’ returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, ‘deny it.’
Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position.
‘And you were in crack society. Devilish high society,’ he said, warming his legs.
‘It is true, sir,’ returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it.
‘You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it,’ said Mr. Bounderby.
‘Yes, sir,’ returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her.