Well, sometimes I used to come out after they'd gone to bed, and sometimes before, you know; and one or two nights before there was all that precious noise in the office--when the young man was took, I mean--I come upstairs while Mr Brass and Miss Sally was a-sittin' at the office fire; and I tell you the truth, that I come to listen again, about the key of the safe.' Mr Swiveller gathered up his knees so as to make a great cone of the bedclothes, and conveyed into his countenance an expression of the utmost concern.

But the small servant pausing, and holding up her finger, the cone gently disappeared, though the look of concern did not.
'There was him and her,' said the small servant, 'a-sittin' by the fire, and talking softly together.

Mr Brass says to Miss Sally, "Upon my word," he says "it's a dangerous thing, and it might get us into a world of trouble, and I don't half like it." She says--you know her way--she says, "You're the chickenest-hearted, feeblest, faintest man I ever see, and I think," she says, "that I ought to have been the brother, and you the sister.

Isn't Quilp," she says, "our principal support ?" "He certainly is," says Mr Brass, "And an't we," she says, "constantly ruining somebody or other in the way of business ?" "We certainly are," says Mr Brass.

"Then does it signify," she says, "about ruining this Kit when Quilp desires it ?" "It certainly does not signify," says Mr Brass.