'I know what life is before you, and if you was my bitterest and deadliest enemy, I could wish you nothing worse.' 'Couldn't you wish to be married to him yourself, if that was the case ?' inquired Mrs Browdie, with great suavity of manner.
'Oh, ma'am, how witty you are,' retorted Miss Squeers with a low curtsy, 'almost as witty, ma'am, as you are clever.

How very clever it was in you, ma'am, to choose a time when I had gone to tea with my pa, and was sure not to come back without being fetched! What a pity you never thought that other people might be as clever as yourself and spoil your plans!' 'You won't vex me, child, with such airs as these,' said the late Miss Price, assuming the matron.
'Don't MISSIS me, ma'am, if you please,' returned Miss Squeers, sharply.
'I'll not bear it.

Is THIS the hend--' 'Dang it a',' cried John Browdie, impatiently.

'Say thee say out, Fanny, and mak' sure it's the end, and dinnot ask nobody whether it is or not.' 'Thanking you for your advice which was not required, Mr Browdie,' returned Miss Squeers, with laborious politeness, 'have the goodness not to presume to meddle with my Christian name.

Even my pity shall never make me forget what's due to myself, Mr Browdie.