'May we ne'er want a--' 'Friend,' Brass chimed in quickly, 'or a bottle to give him.' Ha ha! That's the way the song runs, isn't it?
A very good song, Mr Richard, very good.

I like the sentiment of it.

Ha ha! Your friend's the young man from Witherden's office I think--yes--May we ne'er want a-- Nobody else at all, been, Mr Richard ?' 'Only somebody to the lodger,' replied Mr Swiveller.
'Oh indeed!' cried Brass.

'Somebody to the lodger eh?
Ha ha! May we ne'er want a friend, or a-- Somebody to the lodger, eh, Mr Richard ?' 'Yes,' said Dick, a little disconcerted by the excessive buoyancy of spirits which his employer displayed.

'With him now.' 'With him now!' cried Brass; 'Ha ha! There let 'em be, merry and free, toor rul rol le.