'Who's that ?' At the sound of Ralph's voice, the head reappeared, and the mouth, displaying a very long row of very white teeth, uttered in a mincing tone the words, 'Demmit.

What, Nickleby! oh, demmit!' Having uttered which ejaculations, the gentleman advanced, and shook hands with Ralph, with great warmth.

He was dressed in a gorgeous morning gown, with a waistcoat and Turkish trousers of the same pattern, a pink silk neckerchief, and bright green slippers, and had a very copious watch-chain wound round his body.

Moreover, he had whiskers and a moustache, both dyed black and gracefully curled.
'Demmit, you don't mean to say you want me, do you, demmit ?' said this gentleman, smiting Ralph on the shoulder.
'Not yet,' said Ralph, sarcastically.
'Ha! ha! demmit,' cried the gentleman; when, wheeling round to laugh with greater elegance, he encountered Kate Nickleby, who was standing near.
'My niece,' said Ralph.
'I remember,' said the gentleman, striking his nose with the knuckle of his forefinger as a chastening for his forgetfulness.

'Demmit, I remember what you come for.