'The sitiwation of Mrs Kenwigs, sir, is no obstacle to a little conversation between you and me, I hope ?' 'You are very good,' said Nicholas.
At this juncture, proclamation was made by another married lady, that the baby had begun to eat like anything; whereupon the two married ladies, already mentioned, rushed tumultuously into the bedroom to behold him in the act.
'The fact is,' resumed Nicholas, 'that before I left the country, where I have been for some time past, I undertook to deliver a message to you.' 'Ay, ay ?' said Mr Kenwigs.
'And I have been,' added Nicholas, 'already in town for some days, without having had an opportunity of doing so.' 'It's no matter, sir,' said Mr Kenwigs.

'I dare say it's none the worse for keeping cold.

Message from the country!' said Mr Kenwigs, ruminating; 'that's curious.

I don't know anybody in the country.' 'Miss Petowker,' suggested Nicholas.
'Oh! from her, is it ?' said Mr Kenwigs.

'Oh dear, yes.