Come, uncle; take your dutiful and sharp-set nephew in to dinner.' As the boy (for he is little more) lays a hand on Jasper's shoulder, Jasper cordially and gaily lays a hand on _his_ shoulder, and so Marseillaise-wise they go in to dinner.
'And, Lord! here's Mrs.Tope!' cries the boy.

'Lovelier than ever!' 'Never you mind me, Master Edwin,' retorts the Verger's wife; 'I can take care of myself.' 'You can't.

You're much too handsome.

Give me a kiss because it's Pussy's birthday.' 'I'd Pussy you, young man, if I was Pussy, as you call her,' Mrs.Tope blushingly retorts, after being saluted.

'Your uncle's too much wrapt up in you, that's where it is.