Ugh, you little imposition, I should like to--quite ready, my darling,--humbug--Ring up, Mrs G., and let the favourite wake 'em.' Uttering in a loud voice such of the latter allusions as were complimentary to the unconscious phenomenon, and giving the rest in a confidential 'aside' to Nicholas, Mr Folair followed the ascent of the curtain with his eyes, regarded with a sneer the reception of Miss Crummles as the Maiden, and, falling back a step or two to advance with the better effect, uttered a preliminary howl, and 'went on' chattering his teeth and brandishing his tin tomahawk as the Indian Savage.
'So these are some of the stories they invent about us, and bandy from mouth to mouth!' thought Nicholas.

'If a man would commit an inexpiable offence against any society, large or small, let him be successful.

They will forgive him any crime but that.' 'You surely don't mind what that malicious creature says, Mr Johnson ?' observed Miss Snevellicci in her most winning tones.
'Not I,' replied Nicholas.

'If I were going to remain here, I might think it worth my while to embroil myself.

As it is, let them talk till they are hoarse.