Your uncle has been here this morning.' Nicholas coloured, and drew back a step or two.
'Yes,' said the old gentleman, tapping his desk emphatically, 'here, in this room.

He would listen neither to reason, feeling, nor justice.

But brother Ned was hard upon him; brother Ned, sir, might have melted a paving-stone.' 'He came to--' said Nicholas.
'To complain of you,' returned brother Charles, 'to poison our ears with calumnies and falsehoods; but he came on a fruitless errand, and went away with some wholesome truths in his ear besides.

Brother Ned, my dear My Nickleby--brother Ned, sir, is a perfect lion.

So is Tim Linkinwater; Tim is quite a lion.