Mr. Jingle:
Miss Wardle... forgive intrusion... no time for ceremony... all is discovered!
Rachel Wardle:
Zat?
Mr. Jingle:
Sshh... fat boy... scoundrel... treacherous dog... told old lady... old lady furious... raving.
Rachel Wardle:
My mother?
Mr. Jingle:
You and Tuppy.
Rachel Wardle:
Tuppy?
Mr. Jingle:
Kissing in greenhouse.
Rachel Wardle:
Ah! Mr. Jingle, if you're trying to insult me.
Mr. Jingle:
On the contrary... overheard fat boy... come to warn you... dreadful danger... tender my services... prevent hub-bub... other hand... think it an insult... leave room.
Rachel Wardle:
What shall I do? My brother will be furious!
Mr. Jingle:
No possible doubt... outrageous.
Rachel Wardle:
Oh, Mr. Jingle, what can I say?
Mr. Jingle:
Ah. Say, um, say he dreamed it. Nothing simpler... fat boy horsewhipped... your word believed... end of matter. One word of warning: beware of false hearts beating beneath smiling face.
Rachel Wardle:
Whoever do you mean?
Mr. Jingle:
Wild horses wouldn't drag... only wants you for your money.
Rachel Wardle:
You're referring to Mr. Tupman?
Mr. Jingle:
Lips sealed... old friend... ladykiller... loves another.
Rachel Wardle:
Another? Who?
Mr. Jingle:
Niece... Emily.
Rachel Wardle:
My niece. It can't be. I won't believe it.
Mr. Jingle:
Watch him.
Rachel Wardle:
I will.
Mr. Jingle:
Watch his looks... his whispers. He'll sit next to her at table. He'll flatter her and cut you.
Rachel Wardle:
Cut me?
Mr. Jingle:
Dead... you'll see for yourself.
Rachel Wardle:
I will indeed!
Mr. Jingle:
You'll cast him out?
Rachel Wardle:
I will!
Mr. Jingle:
You'll take another?
Rachel Wardle:
Yes!
Mr. Jingle:
You shall. I shall be that man! A worship from first... devoted slave... in a torment... sleepless nights... fortune of my own...
[examines the jewel on her finger]

Mr. Jingle:
love you for yourself... death do us part... dare I hope.
Rachel Wardle:
Oh, Mr. Jingle.
[she faints in his arms]

Film

The Pickwick Papers (1952)

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