Sir Mulberry was a little hoarser than on the previous day, and Lord Verisopht looked rather sleepy and queer; from which tokens, as well as from the circumstance of their both being to a trifling extent unsteady upon their legs, Mrs Nickleby justly concluded that they had taken dinner.
'We have been--we have been--toasting your lovely daughter, Mrs Nickleby,' whispered Sir Mulberry, sitting down behind her.
'Oh, ho!' thought that knowing lady; 'wine in, truth out .-- You are very kind, Sir Mulberry.' 'No, no upon my soul!' replied Sir Mulberry Hawk.

'It's you that's kind, upon my soul it is.

It was so kind of you to come tonight.' 'So very kind of you to invite me, you mean, Sir Mulberry,' replied Mrs Nickleby, tossing her head, and looking prodigiously sly.
'I am so anxious to know you, so anxious to cultivate your good opinion, so desirous that there should be a delicious kind of harmonious family understanding between us,' said Sir Mulberry, 'that you mustn't think I'm disinterested in what I do.

I'm infernal selfish; I am--upon my soul I am.' 'I am sure you can't be selfish, Sir Mulberry!' replied Mrs Nickleby.
'You have much too open and generous a countenance for that.' 'What an extraordinary observer you are!' said Sir Mulberry Hawk.
'Oh no, indeed, I don't see very far into things, Sir Mulberry,' replied Mrs Nickleby, in a tone of voice which left the baronet to infer that she saw very far indeed.
'I am quite afraid of you,' said the baronet.

'Upon my soul,' repeated Sir Mulberry, looking round to his companions; 'I am afraid of Mrs Nickleby.