'In the polite circles I believe this sort of thing isn't usually said to a gentleman in his own apartments, but never mind that.

Make yourself at home,' adding to this retort an observation to the effect that his friend appeared to be rather 'cranky' in point of temper, Richards Swiveller finished the rosy and applied himself to the composition of another glassful, in which, after tasting it with great relish, he proposed a toast to an imaginary company.
'Gentlemen, I'll give you, if you please, Success to the ancient family of the Swivellers, and good luck to Mr Richard in particular--Mr Richard, gentlemen,' said Dick with great emphasis, 'who spends all his money on his friends and is Bah!'d for his pains.

Hear, hear!' 'Dick!' said the other, returning to his seat after having paced the room twice or thrice, 'will you talk seriously for two minutes, if I show you a way to make your fortune with very little trouble ?' 'You've shown me so many,' returned Dick; 'and nothing has come of any one of 'em but empty pockets--' 'You'll tell a different story of this one, before a very long time is over,' said his companion, drawing his chair to the table.

'You saw my sister Nell ?' 'What about her ?' returned Dick.
'She has a pretty face, has she not ?' 'Why, certainly,' replied Dick.

'I must say for her that there's not any very strong family likeness between her and you.' 'Has she a pretty face,' repeated his friend impatiently.
'Yes,' said Dick, 'she has a pretty face, a very pretty face.