'How de do ?' Mrs Nickleby was too much flurried by these uncommonly kind salutations, and her regrets at not having on her other bonnet, to make any immediate reply, so she merely continued to bend and smile, and betray great agitation.
'A--and how is Miss Nickleby ?' said Lord Frederick.

'Well, I hope ?' 'She is quite well, I'm obliged to you, my lord,' returned Mrs Nickleby, recovering.

'Quite well.

She wasn't well for some days after that day she dined here, and I can't help thinking, that she caught cold in that hackney coach coming home.

Hackney coaches, my lord, are such nasty things, that it's almost better to walk at any time, for although I believe a hackney coachman can be transported for life, if he has a broken window, still they are so reckless, that they nearly all have broken windows.