Bless you for a dear old lady.

Here's to your health!' 'I am much obliged to you,' returned the old woman, testifying by a certain restlessness in her hands a vehement desire to shake her matronly fist at her son-in-law.

'Oh! I'm very much obliged to you!' 'Grateful soul!' cried the dwarf.

'Mrs Quilp.' 'Yes, Quilp,' said the timid sufferer.
'Help your mother to get breakfast, Mrs Quilp.

I am going to the wharf this morning--the earlier the better, so be quick.' Mrs Jiniwin made a faint demonstration of rebellion by sitting down in a chair near the door and folding her arms as if in a resolute determination to do nothing.