'When you say that, no further inquiries are needed.

He SHALL be assisted.

What are his necessities, and what does he require?
Where is Tim Linkinwater?
Let us have him here.' Both the brothers, it may be here remarked, had a very emphatic and earnest delivery; both had lost nearly the same teeth, which imparted the same peculiarity to their speech; and both spoke as if, besides possessing the utmost serenity of mind that the kindliest and most unsuspecting nature could bestow, they had, in collecting the plums from Fortune's choicest pudding, retained a few for present use, and kept them in their mouths.
'Where is Tim Linkinwater ?' said brother Ned.
'Stop, stop, stop!' said brother Charles, taking the other aside.

'I've a plan, my dear brother, I've a plan.

Tim is getting old, and Tim has been a faithful servant, brother Ned; and I don't think pensioning Tim's mother and sister, and buying a little tomb for the family when his poor brother died, was a sufficient recompense for his faithful services.' 'No, no, no,' replied the other.