'It's the first time.

Such a calamity never happened to me before.

I'm an old man to begin.' Pushing up his spectacles again (for they were useless any longer to conceal his emotion), he covered his face with his hand, and sobbed aloud, and his tears fell down upon his coffee-coloured waistcoat.
'Uncle Sol! Pray! oh don't!' exclaimed Walter, who really felt a thrill of terror in seeing the old man weep.

'For God's sake don't do that.

Mr Brogley, what shall I do ?' 'I should recommend you looking up a friend or so,' said Mr Brogley, 'and talking it over.' 'To be sure!' cried Walter, catching at anything.