An old and intimate friend.

On whose judgement,' said my aunt, with emphasis, as an admonition to Mr.Dick, who was biting his forefinger and looking rather foolish, 'I rely.' Mr.Dick took his finger out of his mouth, on this hint, and stood among the group, with a grave and attentive expression of face.
My aunt inclined her head to Mr.Murdstone, who went on: 'Miss Trotwood: on the receipt of your letter, I considered it an act of greater justice to myself, and perhaps of more respect to you-' 'Thank you,' said my aunt, still eyeing him keenly.

'You needn't mind me.' 'To answer it in person, however inconvenient the journey,' pursued Mr.
Murdstone, 'rather than by letter.

This unhappy boy who has run away from his friends and his occupation--' 'And whose appearance,' interposed his sister, directing general attention to me in my indefinable costume, 'is perfectly scandalous and disgraceful.' 'Jane Murdstone,' said her brother, 'have the goodness not to interrupt me.

This unhappy boy, Miss Trotwood, has been the occasion of much domestic trouble and uneasiness; both during the lifetime of my late dear wife, and since.