By and by, he said: 'No sweethearts, I b'lieve ?' 'Sweetmeats did you say, Mr.Barkis ?' For I thought he wanted something else to eat, and had pointedly alluded to that description of refreshment.
'Hearts,' said Mr.Barkis.

'Sweet hearts; no person walks with her!' 'With Peggotty ?' 'Ah!' he said.

'Her.' 'Oh, no.

She never had a sweetheart.' 'Didn't she, though!' said Mr.Barkis.
Again he made up his mouth to whistle, and again he didn't whistle, but sat looking at the horse's ears.
'So she makes,' said Mr.Barkis, after a long interval of reflection, 'all the apple parsties, and doos all the cooking, do she ?' I replied that such was the fact.
'Well.

I'll tell you what,' said Mr.Barkis.