She had got a baby--oh, there were a pair of babies when she gave birth to this child sitting here, that Friday night!--and what more did she want ?' Mr.Dick secretly shook his head at me, as if he thought there was no getting over this.
'She couldn't even have a baby like anybody else,' said my aunt.

'Where was this child's sister, Betsey Trotwood?
Not forthcoming.

Don't tell me!' Mr.Dick seemed quite frightened.
'That little man of a doctor, with his head on one side,' said my aunt, 'Jellips, or whatever his name was, what was he about?
All he could do, was to say to me, like a robin redbreast--as he is--"It's a boy." A boy! Yah, the imbecility of the whole set of 'em!' The heartiness of the ejaculation startled Mr.Dick exceedingly; and me, too, if I am to tell the truth.
'And then, as if this was not enough, and she had not stood sufficiently in the light of this child's sister, Betsey Trotwood,' said my aunt, 'she marries a second time--goes and marries a Murderer--or a man with a name like it--and stands in THIS child's light! And the natural consequence is, as anybody but a baby might have foreseen, that he prowls and wanders.

He's as like Cain before he was grown up, as he can be.' Mr.Dick looked hard at me, as if to identify me in this character.
'And then there's that woman with the Pagan name,' said my aunt, 'that Peggotty, she goes and gets married next.

Because she has not seen enough of the evil attending such things, she goes and gets married next, as the child relates.