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A question now arises, with relation to his nose. 'Flat, said Mrs Jiniwin. 'Aquiline! cried Quilp, thrusting in his head, and striking the feature with his fist. 'Aquiline, you hag. Do you see it? Do you call this flat? Do you? Eh? 'Oh capital, capital! shouted Brass, from the mere force of habit. 'Excellent! How very good he is! He's a most remarkable man so extremely whimsical!
'Why an't you of your mother's way of thinking, my dear? said the dwarf, turing round and addressing his wife, 'why don't you always imitate your mother, my dear? She's the ornament of her sex your father said so every day of his life. I am sure he did. 'Her father was a blessed creetur, Quilp, and worthy twenty thousand of some people, said Mrs Jiniwin; 'twenty hundred million thousand.
'Grateful soul! cried the dwarf. 'Mrs Quilp. 'Yes, Quilp, said the timid sufferer. 'Help your mother to get breakfast, Mrs Quilp. I am going to the wharf this morning the earlier the better, so be quick. Mrs Jiniwin made a faint demonstration of rebellion by sitting down in a chair near the door and folding her arms as if in a resolute determination to do nothing.
Mr Quilp now walked up to front of a looking-glass, and was standing there putting on his neckerchief, when Mrs Jiniwin happening to be behind him, could not resist the inclination she felt to shake her fist at her tyrant son-in-law. It was the gesture of an instant, but as she did so and accompanied the action with a menacing look, she met his eye in the glass, catching her in the very act.
With the view, no doubt, of testing the reality of his position, Mr Brass pushed his tumbler as he spoke towards Mrs Jiniwin for the purpose of being replenished; and turned towards the attendant mariners. 'The search has been quite unsuccessful then? 'Quite, master. But I should say that if he turns up anywhere, he'll come ashore somewhere about Grinidge to-morrow, at ebb tide, eh, mate?
I'm a little hunchy villain and a monster, am I, Mrs Jiniwin? Oh! The pleasure of this discovery called up the old doglike smile in full force. When he had quite done with it, he shook himself in a very doglike manner, and rejoined the ladies.
Jiniwin inclines to the view that it is flat. "Aquiline, you hag! Aquiline," cries Mr. Quilp, pushing in his head and striking his nose with his fist. There is nothing better in the whole brutal exuberance of the character than that gesture with which Quilp punches his own face with his own fist. It is indeed a perfect symbol; for Quilp is always fighting himself for want of anybody else.
'Yes she has! 'All night? cried Mrs Jiniwin. 'Ay, all night. Is the dear old lady deaf? said Quilp, with a smile of which a frown was part. 'Who says man and wife are bad company? Ha ha! The time has flown. 'You're a brute! exclaimed Mrs Jiniwin. 'Come come, said Quilp, wilfully misunderstanding her, of course, 'you mustn't call her names. She's married now, you know.
The scene in which Sampson Brass draws up the description of Quilp, supposing him to be dead, reaches a point of fiendish fun. "We will not say very bandy, Mrs. Jiniwin," he says of his friend's legs, "we will confine ourselves to bandy. He is gone, my friends, where his legs would never be called in question." They go on to the discussion of his nose, and Mrs.
On the other hand, to exaggerate the captivating qualities of her son-in-law would be to weaken the cause of revolt, in which all her energies were deeply engaged. Beset by these opposing considerations, Mrs Jiniwin admitted the powers of insinuation, but denied the right to govern, and with a timely compliment to the stout lady brought back the discussion to the point from which it had strayed.
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