'Show the gentleman where the bell is, and tell him he mustn't knock double knocks for the second floor; I can't allow a knock except when the bell's broke, and then it must be two single ones.' 'Here,' said Ralph, walking in without more parley, 'I beg your pardon; is that Mrs La what's-her-name ?' 'Creevy--La Creevy,' replied the voice, as a yellow headdress bobbed over the banisters.
'I'll speak to you a moment, ma'am, with your leave,' said Ralph.
The voice replied that the gentleman was to walk up; but he had walked up before it spoke, and stepping into the first floor, was received by the wearer of the yellow head-dress, who had a gown to correspond, and was of much the same colour herself.

Miss La Creevy was a mincing young lady of fifty, and Miss La Creevy's apartment was the gilt frame downstairs on a larger scale and something dirtier.
'Hem!' said Miss La Creevy, coughing delicately behind her black silk mitten.

'A miniature, I presume.

A very strongly-marked countenance for the purpose, sir.

Have you ever sat before ?' 'You mistake my purpose, I see, ma'am,' replied Mr Nickleby, in his usual blunt fashion.