 her brother, were at first
insufficient to repress.
    As to Mr. Pecksniff, he told them in the fly, that a good action was its own
reward; and rather gave them to understand, that if he could have been kicked in
such a cause, he would have liked it all the better. But this was no comfort to
the young ladies, who scolded violently the whole way back, and even exhibited,
more than once, a keen desire to attack the devoted Mrs. Todgers: on whose
personal appearance, but particularly on whose offending card and hand-basket,
they were secretly inclined to lay the blame of half their failure.
    Todgers's was in a great bustle that evening, partly owing to some
additional domestic preparations for the morrow, and partly to the excitement
always inseparable in that house from Saturday night, when every gentleman's
linen arrived at a different hour in its own little bundle, with his private
account pinned on the outside. There was always a great clinking of pattens down
stairs, too, until midnight, or so, on Saturdays; together with a frequent
gleaming of mysterious lights in the area; much working at the pump; and a
constant jangling of the iron handle of the pail. Shrill altercations from time
to time arose between Mrs. Todgers and unknown females in remote back kitchens;
and sounds were occasionally heard, indicative of small articles of ironmongery
and hardware being thrown at the boy. It was the custom of that youth on
Saturdays, to roll up his shirt sleeves to his shoulders, and pervade all parts
of the house in an apron of coarse green baize; moreover, he was more strongly
tempted on Saturdays than on other days (it being a busy time), to make
excursive bolts into the neighbouring alleys when he answered the door, and
there to play at leap-frog and other sports with vagrant lads, until pursued and
brought back by the hair of his head, or the lobe of his ear; thus, he was quite
a conspicuous feature among the peculiar incidents of the last day in the week
at Todgers's.
    He was especially so on this particular Saturday evening, and honoured the
Miss Pecksniffs with a deal of notice; seldom passing the door of Mrs. Todgers's
private room, where they sat alone before the fire, working by the light of a
solitary candle, without putting in his head and greeting them with some such
compliments as, »There you are agin!« »An't it nice?« and similar humorous
attentions.
    »I say,« he whispered,
