Quite useless! On he went, with a cordiality that there was no stopping anyhow.

"I shall be delighted," says he, "to send the Professor my card, if you will oblige me by mentioning his present address." "His present address, sir, is THE GRAVE," says Mrs.Threadgall, suddenly losing her temper, and speaking with an emphasis and fury that made the glasses ring again.

"The Professor has been dead these ten years." "Oh, good heavens!" says Mr.Candy.Excepting the Bouncers, who burst out laughing, such a blank now fell on the company, that they might all have been going the way of the Professor, and hailing as he did from the direction of the grave.
So much for Mr.Candy.The rest of them were nearly as provoking in their different ways as the doctor himself.

When they ought to have spoken, they didn't speak; or when they did speak they were perpetually at cross purposes.

Mr.Godfrey, though so eloquent in public, declined to exert himself in private.