My name is Snawley, sir,' said the stranger.
Squeers inclined his head as much as to say, 'And a remarkably pretty name, too.' The stranger continued.

'I have been thinking, Mr Squeers, of placing my two boys at your school.' 'It is not for me to say so, sir,' replied Mr Squeers, 'but I don't think you could possibly do a better thing.' 'Hem!' said the other.

'Twenty pounds per annewum, I believe, Mr Squeers ?' 'Guineas,' rejoined the schoolmaster, with a persuasive smile.
'Pounds for two, I think, Mr Squeers,' said Mr Snawley, solemnly.
'I don't think it could be done, sir,' replied Squeers, as if he had never considered the proposition before.

'Let me see; four fives is twenty, double that, and deduct the--well, a pound either way shall not stand betwixt us.

You must recommend me to your connection, sir, and make it up that way.' 'They are not great eaters,' said Mr Snawley.
'Oh! that doesn't matter at all,' replied Squeers.