With this, he retired; and he had not retired two minutes,
when he returned with Mr Squeers and his hopeful son.
'Why, who'd have thought of this?' said Mr Squeers, when he had saluted
the party and received some private family intelligence from his
daughter.
'Who, indeed, pa!' replied that young lady, spitefully. 'But you see
'Tilda IS married at last.'
'And I stond threat for a soight o' Lunnun, schoolmeasther,' said John,
vigorously attacking the pie.
'One of them things that young men do when they get married,' returned
Squeers; 'and as runs through with their money like nothing at all! How
much better wouldn't it be now, to save it up for the eddication of
any little boys, for instance! They come on you,' said Mr Squeers in a
moralising way, 'before you're aware of it; mine did upon me.'
'Will 'ee pick a bit?' said John.
'I won't myself,' returned Squeers; 'but if you'll just let little
Wackford tuck into something fat, I'll be obliged to you. Give it him in
his fingers, else the waiter charges it on, and there's lot of profit on
this sort of vittles without that. If you hear the waiter coming, sir,
shove it in your pocket and look out of the window, d'ye hear?'
'I'm awake, father,' replied the dutiful Wackford.
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