? ? ? ? The mild Mr. Chillip could not possibly bear malice at such a time, if at any time. He sidled into the parlour as soon as he was at liberty, and said to my aunt in his meekest manner:
? ? ? ? 'Well, ma'am, I am happy to congratulate you.'
? ? ? ? 'What upon?' said my aunt, sharply.
? ? ? ? Mr. Chillip was fluttered again, by the extreme severity of my aunt's manner; so he made her a little bow and gave her a little smile, to mollify her.
? ? ? ? 'Mercy on the man, what's he doing!' cried my aunt, impatiently. 'Can't he speak?'
? ? ? ? 'Be calm, my dear ma'am,' said Mr. Chillip, in his softest accents.
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