I want to have some talk with you, particularly, and in private.
With nobody present, neighbour.

Good-bye, little Nelly.' Nell looked at the old man, who nodded to her to retire, and kissed her cheek.
'Ah!' said the dwarf, smacking his lips, 'what a nice kiss that was--just upon the rosy part.

What a capital kiss!' Nell was none the slower in going away, for this remark.

Quilp looked after her with an admiring leer, and when she had closed the door, fell to complimenting the old man upon her charms.
'Such a fresh, blooming, modest little bud, neighbour,' said Quilp, nursing his short leg, and making his eyes twinkle very much; 'such a chubby, rosy, cosy, little Nell!' The old man answered by a forced smile, and was plainly struggling with a feeling of the keenest and most exquisite impatience.

It was not lost upon Quilp, who delighted in torturing him, or indeed anybody else, when he could.
'She's so,' said Quilp, speaking very slowly, and feigning to be quite absorbed in the subject, 'so small, so compact, so beautifully modelled, so fair, with such blue veins and such a transparent skin, and such little feet, and such winning ways--but bless me, you're nervous! Why neighbour, what's the matter?
I swear to you,' continued the dwarf dismounting from the chair and sitting down in it, with a careful slowness of gesture very different from the rapidity with which he had sprung up unheard, 'I swear to you that I had no idea old blood ran so fast or kept so warm.