'He need be.' 'Why, he's not ugly when he's awake,' observed Berry.
'No, Ma'am.

Oh, no.

No more was my Uncle's Betsey Jane,' said Mrs Wickam.
Berry looked as if she would like to trace the connexion of ideas between Paul Dombey and Mrs Wickam's Uncle's Betsey Jane.
'My Uncle's wife,' Mrs Wickam went on to say, 'died just like his Mama.
My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do.' 'Took on! You don't think he grieves for his Mama, sure ?' argued Berry, sitting down on the side of the bed.

'He can't remember anything about her, you know, Mrs Wickam.

It's not possible.' 'No, Ma'am,' said Mrs Wickam 'No more did my Uncle's child.