? ? ? ? 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.
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