'Look here--Daniel Quilp, Esquire--Daniel Quilp, Esquire--Daniel Quilp, Esquire--all through.

Whether should I take a clerk that he recommends, and says, "this is the man for you," or lose all this, eh ?' Miss Sally deigned to make no reply, but smiled again, and went on with her work.
'But I know what it is,' resumed Brass after a short silence.

'You're afraid you won't have as long a finger in the business as you've been used to have.

Do you think I don't see through that ?' 'The business wouldn't go on very long, I expect, without me,' returned his sister composedly.

'Don't you be a fool and provoke me, Sammy, but mind what you're doing, and do it.' Sampson Brass, who was at heart in great fear of his sister, sulkily bent over his writing again, and listened as she said: 'If I determined that the clerk ought not to come, of course he wouldn't be allowed to come.