No ceremony, sit down.

Ha, ha! snug here--very snug--we shall live together charmingly.

Trade on your own account--eh?
sly!--well, can't desert your poor old father.

Let's have something to eat and drink." So saying, Darvil threw himself at length upon the neat, prim little chintz sofa, with the air of a man resolved to make himself perfectly at home.
Alice gazed, and trembled violently, but still said nothing--the power of voice had indeed left her.
"Come, why don't you stir your stumps?
I suppose I must wait on myself--fine manners!--But, ho, ho--a bell, by gosh--mighty grand--never mind--I am used to call for my own wants." A hearty tug at the frail bell-rope sent a shrill alarum half-way through the long lath-and-plaster row of Paradise Place, and left the instrument of the sound in the hand of its creator.
Up came the maid-servant, a formal old woman, most respectable.
"Hark ye, old girl!" said Darvil; "bring up the best you have to eat--not particular--let there be plenty.

And I say--a bottle of brandy.
Come, don't stand there staring like a stuck pig.