And here again.

Not drink it!' As he spoke, Daniel Quilp drew off and drank three small glassfuls of the raw spirit, and then with a horrible grimace took a great many pulls at his pipe, and swallowing the smoke, discharged it in a heavy cloud from his nose.

This feat accomplished he drew himself together in his former position, and laughed excessively.
'Give us a toast!' cried Quilp, rattling on the table in a dexterous manner with his fist and elbow alternately, in a kind of tune, 'a woman, a beauty.

Let's have a beauty for our toast and empty our glasses to the last drop.

Her name, come!' 'If you want a name,' said Dick, 'here's Sophy Wackles.' 'Sophy Wackles,' screamed the dwarf, 'Miss Sophy Wackles that is--Mrs Richard Swiveller that shall be--that shall be--ha ha ha!' 'Ah!' said Dick, 'you might have said that a few weeks ago, but it won't do now, my buck.