'His acquaintance with Natural History too is surprising.

Quite a Buffoon, quite!' There is no doubt that Mr Brass intended some compliment or other; and it has been argued with show of reason that he would have said Buffon, but made use of a superfluous vowel.

Be this as it may, Quilp gave him no time for correction, as he performed that office himself by more than tapping him on the head with the handle of his umbrella.
'Don't let's have any wrangling,' said Miss Sally, staying his hand.
'I've showed you that I know him, and that's enough.' 'She's always foremost!' said the dwarf, patting her on the back and looking contemptuously at Sampson.

'I don't like Kit, Sally.' 'Nor I,' rejoined Miss Brass.
'Nor I,' said Sampson.
'Why, that's right!' cried Quilp.

'Half our work is done already.
This Kit is one of your honest people; one of your fair characters; a prowling prying hound; a hypocrite; a double-faced, white-livered, sneaking spy; a crouching cur to those that feed and coax him, and a barking yelping dog to all besides.' 'Fearfully eloquent!' cried Brass with a sneeze.