His friend discovered that it was time for him to fulfil some other engagement, and Richard Swiveller was accordingly left alone, in company with the rosy wine and his own meditations touching Miss Sophy Wackles.
'It's rather sudden,' said Dick shaking his head with a look of infinite wisdom, and running on (as he was accustomed to do) with scraps of verse as if they were only prose in a hurry; 'when the heart of a man is depressed with fears, the mist is dispelled when Miss Wackles appears; she's a very nice girl.

She's like the red red rose that's newly sprung in June--there's no denying that--she's also like a melody that's sweetly played in tune.

It's really very sudden.

Not that there's any need, on account of Fred's little sister, to turn cool directly, but its better not to go too far.

If I begin to cool at all I must begin at once, I see that.