I should think he'd have wit enough for us though, if he was.

But come; let's have supper, for I am hungry and tired, and want to get to bed.' This reminder brought in an exclusive steak for Mr Squeers, who speedily proceeded to do it ample justice.

Nicholas drew up his chair, but his appetite was effectually taken away.
'How's the steak, Squeers ?' said Mrs S.
'Tender as a lamb,' replied Squeers.

'Have a bit.' 'I couldn't eat a morsel,' replied his wife.

'What'll the young man take, my dear ?' 'Whatever he likes that's present,' rejoined Squeers, in a most unusual burst of generosity.
'What do you say, Mr Knuckleboy ?' inquired Mrs Squeers.
'I'll take a little of the pie, if you please,' replied Nicholas.