'Water for lawyers! Melted lead and brimstone, you mean, nice hot blistering pitch and tar--that's the thing for them--eh, Brass, eh ?' 'Ha ha ha!' laughed Mr Brass.

'Oh very biting! and yet it's like being tickled--there's a pleasure in it too, sir!' 'Drink that,' said the dwarf, who had by this time heated some more.
'Toss it off, don't leave any heeltap, scorch your throat and be happy!' The wretched Sampson took a few short sips of the liquor, which immediately distilled itself into burning tears, and in that form came rolling down his cheeks into the pipkin again, turning the colour of his face and eyelids to a deep red, and giving rise to a violent fit of coughing, in the midst of which he was still heard to declare, with the constancy of a martyr, that it was 'beautiful indeed!' While he was yet in unspeakable agonies, the dwarf renewed their conversation.
'The lodger,' said Quilp, '-- what about him ?' 'He is still, sir,' returned Brass, with intervals of coughing, 'stopping with the Garland family.

He has only been home once, Sir, since the day of the examination of that culprit.

He informed Mr Richard, sir, that he couldn't bear the house after what had taken place; that he was wretched in it; and that he looked upon himself as being in a certain kind of way the cause of the occurrence .-- A very excellent lodger Sir.
I hope we may not lose him.' 'Yah!' cried the dwarf.

'Never thinking of anybody but yourself--why don't you retrench then--scrape up, hoard, economise, eh ?' 'Why, sir,' replied Brass, 'upon my word I think Sarah's as good an economiser as any going.