A question now arises, with relation to his nose.' 'Flat,' said Mrs Jiniwin.
'Aquiline!' cried Quilp, thrusting in his head, and striking the feature with his fist.

'Aquiline, you hag.

Do you see it?
Do you call this flat?
Do you?
Eh ?' 'Oh capital, capital!' shouted Brass, from the mere force of habit.
'Excellent! How very good he is! He's a most remarkable man--so extremely whimsical! Such an amazing power of taking people by surprise!' Quilp paid no regard whatever to these compliments, nor to the dubious and frightened look into which the lawyer gradually subsided, nor to the shrieks of his wife and mother-in-law, nor to the latter's running from the room, nor to the former's fainting away.

Keeping his eye fixed on Sampson Brass, he walked up to the table, and beginning with his glass, drank off the contents, and went regularly round until he had emptied the other two, when he seized the case-bottle, and hugging it under his arm, surveyed him with a most extraordinary leer.
'Not yet, Sampson,' said Quilp.

'Not just yet!' 'Oh very good indeed!' cried Brass, recovering his spirits a little.
'Ha ha ha! Oh exceedingly good! There's not another man alive who could carry it off like that.