It's not for me to boast of any family with which I have the honour to be connected; at the same time, Mrs Kenwigs's is--I should say,' said Mr Kenwigs, abruptly, and raising his voice as he spoke, 'that my children might come into a matter of a hundred pound apiece, perhaps.

Perhaps more, but certainly that.' 'And a very pretty little fortune,' said the married lady.
'There are some relations of Mrs Kenwigs's,' said Mr Kenwigs, taking a pinch of snuff from the doctor's box, and then sneezing very hard, for he wasn't used to it, 'that might leave their hundred pound apiece to ten people, and yet not go begging when they had done it.' 'Ah! I know who you mean,' observed the married lady, nodding her head.
'I made mention of no names, and I wish to make mention of no names,' said Mr Kenwigs, with a portentous look.

'Many of my friends have met a relation of Mrs Kenwigs's in this very room, as would do honour to any company; that's all.' 'I've met him,' said the married lady, with a glance towards Dr Lumbey.
'It's naterally very gratifying to my feelings as a father, to see such a man as that, a kissing and taking notice of my children,' pursued Mr Kenwigs.

'It's naterally very gratifying to my feelings as a man, to know that man.

It will be naterally very gratifying to my feelings as a husband, to make that man acquainted with this ewent.' Having delivered his sentiments in this form of words, Mr Kenwigs arranged his second daughter's flaxen tail, and bade her be a good girl and mind what her sister, Morleena, said.
'That girl grows more like her mother every day,' said Mr Lumbey, suddenly stricken with an enthusiastic admiration of Morleena.
'There!' rejoined the married lady.