'He is rich, and not so easily punished as YOUR old enemy, Mr Squeers.

He is my uncle, but he is a villain, and has done me wrong.' 'Has he though ?' asked Smike, bending eagerly forward.

'What is his name?
Tell me his name.' 'Ralph--Ralph Nickleby.' 'Ralph Nickleby,' repeated Smike.

'Ralph.

I'll get that name by heart.' He had muttered it over to himself some twenty times, when a loud knock at the door disturbed him from his occupation.