A strong smell of tobacco, however, suggested a new train of ideas, he looked upward, and saw that the dwarf was smoking in his hammock.
'Good bye, Sir,' cried Brass faintly.

'Good bye, Sir.' 'Won't you stop all night ?' said the dwarf, peeping out.

'Do stop all night!' 'I couldn't indeed, Sir,' replied Brass, who was almost dead from nausea and the closeness of the room.

'If you'd have the goodness to show me a light, so that I may see my way across the yard, sir--' Quilp was out in an instant; not with his legs first, or his head first, or his arms first, but bodily--altogether.
'To be sure,' he said, taking up a lantern, which was now the only light in the place.

'Be careful how you go, my dear friend.