An honest fellow, Mr Richard, sir--a worthy fellow indeed!' 'Hem!' coughed Miss Brass.
'I tell you, you aggravating vagabond,' said the angry Sampson, 'that I'd stake my life upon his honesty.

Am I never to hear the last of this?
Am I always to be baited, and beset, by your mean suspicions?
Have you no regard for true merit, you malignant fellow?
If you come to that, I'd sooner suspect your honesty than his.' Miss Sally pulled out the tin snuff-box, and took a long, slow pinch, regarding her brother with a steady gaze all the time.
'She drives me wild, Mr Richard, sir,' said Brass, 'she exasperates me beyond all bearing.

I am heated and excited, sir, I know I am.

These are not business manners, sir, nor business looks, but she carries me out of myself.' 'Why don't you leave him alone ?' said Dick.
'Because she can't, sir,' retorted Brass; 'because to chafe and vex me is a part of her nature, Sir, and she will and must do it, or I don't believe she'd have her health.

But never mind,' said Brass, 'never mind.