I offered my arm to Belle, as I supposed.

Between the sitting-room and parlor there was a little dark hall, and when we got in there I summoned up courage, passed my arm around my fair partner, and gave her a hug.
"You ain't so bashful as you look," said she, and then we stepped into the parlor, and I found I'd been squeezing Widow Jones' waist.
She gave me a look full of languishing sweetness that scared me nearly to death.

I thought of Mr.Pickwick and Mrs.Bardell.Visions of suits for breaches of promise arose before my horrified vision.

I glanced wildly around in search of Belle; she was hanging on a young lawyer's arm, and not looking at me.
"La, now, you needn't color up so," said the widow, coquettishly, "I know what young men are." She said it aloud, on purpose for Belle to hear.

I felt like killing her.