At last, he travelled back to the Wilderness, which was within rifle-shot of his bachelor retreat, and ordered tea in the wooden summer-house that afternoon for three persons; an invitation to Miss Sally Brass and her brother to partake of that entertainment at that place, having been the object both of his journey and his note.
It was not precisely the kind of weather in which people usually take tea in summer-houses, far less in summer-houses in an advanced state of decay, and overlooking the slimy banks of a great river at low water.
Nevertheless, it was in this choice retreat that Mr Quilp ordered a cold collation to be prepared, and it was beneath its cracked and leaky roof that he, in due course of time, received Mr Sampson and his sister Sally.
'You're fond of the beauties of nature,' said Quilp with a grin.

'Is this charming, Brass?
Is it unusual, unsophisticated, primitive ?' 'It's delightful indeed, sir,' replied the lawyer.
'Cool ?' said Quilp.
'N-not particularly so, I think, sir,' rejoined Brass, with his teeth chattering in his head.
'Perhaps a little damp and ague-ish ?' said Quilp.
'Just damp enough to be cheerful, sir,' rejoined Brass.

'Nothing more, sir, nothing more.' 'And Sally ?' said the delighted dwarf.

'Does she like it ?' 'She'll like it better,' returned that strong-minded lady, 'when she has tea; so let us have it, and don't bother.' 'Sweet Sally!' cried Quilp, extending his arms as if about to embrace her.

'Gentle, charming, overwhelming Sally.' 'He's a very remarkable man indeed!' soliloquised Mr Brass.