"Of all the girls that are so smart, there's none like--" eh, Dick!' 'Certainly not,' replied Mr Swiveller, eating his dinner with great gravity, 'none like her.

She's the sphynx of private life, is Sally B.' 'You're out of spirits,' said Quilp, drawing up a chair.

'What's the matter ?' 'The law don't agree with me,' returned Dick.

'It isn't moist enough, and there's too much confinement.

I have been thinking of running away.' 'Bah!' said the dwarf.