‘Ah — h!’ sighed Mrs. Sparsit again, with another melancholy shake of her head.
‘He is to be pitied, ma’am. The last party I have alluded to, is to be pitied, ma’am,’ said Bitzer.
‘Yes, Bitzer,’ said Mrs. Sparsit. ‘I have always pitied the delusion, always.’
‘As to an individual, ma’am,’ said Bitzer, dropping his voice and drawing nearer, ‘he is as improvident as any of the people in this town. And you know what their improvidence is, ma’am. No one could wish to know it better than a lady of your eminence does.’
‘They would do well,’ returned Mrs. Sparsit, ‘to take example by you, Bitzer.’