'There's not a doubt about it.' 'Remember, Tim,' said brother Charles, 'that we dine at half-past five today instead of two o'clock; we always depart from our usual custom on this anniversary, as you very well know, Tim Linkinwater.

Mr Nickleby, my dear sir, you will make one.

Tim Linkinwater, give me your snuff-box as a remembrance to brother Charles and myself of an attached and faithful rascal, and take that, in exchange, as a feeble mark of our respect and esteem, and don't open it until you go to bed, and never say another word upon the subject, or I'll kill the blackbird.

A dog! He should have had a golden cage half-a-dozen years ago, if it would have made him or his master a bit the happier.

Now, brother Ned, my dear fellow, I'm ready.