I'm sure of it.

I drag this poor woman from the bosom of her family at a minute's notice, and she goes on getting fainter and fainter before my eyes.

I'm a pretty fellow! How many children have you got, ma'am ?' 'Two, sir, besides Kit.' 'Boys, ma'am ?' 'Yes, sir.' 'Are they christened ?' 'Only half baptised as yet, sir.' 'I'm godfather to both of 'em.

Remember that, if you please, ma'am.
You had better have some mulled wine.' 'I couldn't touch a drop indeed, sir.' 'You must,' said the single gentleman.

'I see you want it.