I believe it is.

And so the little Jell--I had my doubts about 'em--are in a--oh, Lord, yes, it's easterly!" said Mr.Jarndyce.
He had taken two or three undecided turns up and down while uttering these broken sentences, retaining the poker in one hand and rubbing his hair with the other, with a good-natured vexation at once so whimsical and so lovable that I am sure we were more delighted with him than we could possibly have expressed in any words.

He gave an arm to Ada and an arm to me, and bidding Richard bring a candle, was leading the way out when he suddenly turned us all back again.
"Those little Jellybys.

Couldn't you--didn't you--now, if it had rained sugar-plums, or three-cornered raspberry tarts, or anything of that sort!" said Mr.Jarndyce.
"Oh, cousin--" Ada hastily began.
"Good, my pretty pet.

I like cousin.