If we are not back to the two o'clock dinner in the circus, it's unknown what Jubber may not do.

This gentleman will tell you how infamously he treated the poor child last night--we must go, sir, for her sake; or else--" "Stop!" cried Valentine, all his suppressed excitability bursting bounds in an instant, as he took Mrs.Peckover by the arm, and pressed her back into her chair.

"Stop!--hear me; I must speak, or I shall go out of my senses! Don't interrupt me, Mrs.Peckover; and don't get up.

All I want to say is this: you must never take that little angel of a child near Jubber again--no, never! By heavens! if I thought he was likely to touch her any more, I should go mad, and murder him!--Let me alone, doctor! I beg Mrs.Joyce's pardon for behaving like this; I'll never do it again.
Be quiet, all of you! I must take the child home with me--oh, Mrs.
Peckover, don't, don't say no! I'll make her as happy as the day is long.

I've no child of my own: I'll watch over her, and love her, and teach her all my life.