"Sit down, Teddy; I'm ashamed of you.

We're both ashamed of you.

You're confusing us dreadfully proposing to us both in this way." Mr.Silk regarded him with a scornful eye, but Miss Kybird, bidding him not to be foolish, punctuated her remarks with the needle, and a struggle, which Mr.Silk regarded as unseemly in the highest degree, took place between them for its possession.
Mr.Nugent secured it at last, and brandishing it fiercely extorted feminine screams from Miss Kybird by threatening her with it.

Nor was her mind relieved until Mr.Nugent, remarking that he would put it back in the pincushion, placed it in the leg of Mr.Edward Silk.
Mr.Kybird and his wife, entering through the shop, were just in time to witness a spirited performance on the part of Mr.Silk, the cherished purpose of which was to deprive them of a lodger.

He drew back as they entered and, raising his voice above Miss Kybird's, began to explain his action.
"Teddy, I'm ashamed of you," said Mr.Kybird, shaking his head.
"A little joke like that; a little innercent joke." "If it 'ad been a darning-needle now--" began Mrs.Kybird.
"All right," said the desperate Mr.Silk, "'ave it your own way.