At last, biting her thin lips, and bridling up, she said-- 'It can't be.

I won't believe it.' 'Watch 'em,' said Jingle.
'I will,' said the aunt.
'Watch his looks.' 'I will.' 'His whispers.' 'I will.' 'He'll sit next her at table.' 'Let him.' 'He'll flatter her.' 'Let him.' 'He'll pay her every possible attention.' 'Let him.' 'And he'll cut you.' 'Cut ME!' screamed the spinster aunt.

'HE cut ME; will he!' and she trembled with rage and disappointment.
'You will convince yourself ?' said Jingle.
'I will.' 'You'll show your spirit ?' 'I will.' 'You'll not have him afterwards ?' 'Never.' 'You'll take somebody else ?' 'Yes.' 'You shall.' Mr.Jingle fell on his knees, remained thereupon for five minutes thereafter; and rose the accepted lover of the spinster aunt--conditionally upon Mr.Tupman's perjury being made clear and manifest.
The burden of proof lay with Mr.Alfred Jingle; and he produced his evidence that very day at dinner.

The spinster aunt could hardly believe her eyes.

Mr.Tracy Tupman was established at Emily's side, ogling, whispering, and smiling, in opposition to Mr.Snodgrass.Not a word, not a look, not a glance, did he bestow upon his heart's pride of the evening before.
'Damn that boy!' thought old Mr.Wardle to himself .-- He had heard the story from his mother.