Don't keep me long, that's all.' So saying, Sir Mulberry took up his hat, and humming a fragment of a song disappeared through the door of communication between the two drawing-rooms, and closed it after him.
'Now, my lord,' said Ralph, 'what is it ?' 'Nickleby,' said his client, throwing himself along the sofa on which he had been previously seated, so as to bring his lips nearer to the old man's ear, 'what a pretty creature your niece is!' 'Is she, my lord ?' replied Ralph.

'Maybe--maybe--I don't trouble my head with such matters.' 'You know she's a deyvlish fine girl,' said the client.

'You must know that, Nickleby.

Come, don't deny that.' 'Yes, I believe she is considered so,' replied Ralph.

'Indeed, I know she is.