Where does she live, Nickleby, that's all?
Only tell me where she lives, Nickleby.' 'He bites,' thought Ralph.

'He bites.' 'Eh, Nickleby, eh ?' pursued the client.

'Where does she live ?' 'Really, my lord,' said Ralph, rubbing his hands slowly over each other, 'I must think before I tell you.' 'No, not a bit of it, Nickleby; you mustn't think at all,' replied Verisopht.

'Where is it ?' 'No good can come of your knowing,' replied Ralph.

'She has been virtuously and well brought up; to be sure she is handsome, poor, unprotected! Poor girl, poor girl.' Ralph ran over this brief summary of Kate's condition as if it were merely passing through his own mind, and he had no intention to speak aloud; but the shrewd sly look which he directed at his companion as he delivered it, gave this poor assumption the lie.
'I tell you I only want to see her,' cried his client.