Don't mind me, Mr.Pickwick, if you wish to give vent to your feelings.

I know what it is to be jilted, Sir; I have endured that sort of thing three or four times.' 'I am much obliged to you, for your condolence on what you presume to be my melancholy case,' said Mr.Pickwick, winding up his watch, and laying it on the table, 'but--' 'No, no,' said Mr.Peter Magnus, 'not a word more; it's a painful subject.

I see, I see.

What's the time, Mr.Pickwick ?' 'Past twelve.' 'Dear me, it's time to go to bed.

It will never do, sitting here.