'I beg your pardon, I don't know what I'm laughing at--yes, that'll be very pretty--the phenomenon--who else ?' 'Some young woman or other,' replied the collector, rising; 'some other friend of Henrietta Petowker's.

Well, you'll be careful not to say anything about it, will you ?' 'You may safely depend upon me,' replied Nicholas.

'Won't you take anything to eat or drink ?' 'No,' said the collector; 'I haven't any appetite.

I should think it was a very pleasant life, the married one, eh ?' 'I have not the least doubt of it,' rejoined Nicholas.
'Yes,' said the collector; 'certainly.

Oh yes.