Of course, if you do press me, sir, I shall know I am wrong and will tell you." "Well!" cried Mr.Jarndyce, stopping again, and making several absent endeavours to put his candlestick in his pocket.

"I--here! Take it away, my dear.

I don't know what I am about with it; it's all the wind--invariably has that effect--I won't press you, Rick; you may be right.

But really--to get hold of you and Esther--and to squeeze you like a couple of tender young Saint Michael's oranges! It'll blow a gale in the course of the night!" He was now alternately putting his hands into his pockets as if he were going to keep them there a long time, and taking them out again and vehemently rubbing them all over his head.
I ventured to take this opportunity of hinting that Mr.Skimpole, being in all such matters quite a child-- "Eh, my dear ?" said Mr.Jarndyce, catching at the word.
"Being quite a child, sir," said I, "and so different from other people--" "You are right!" said Mr.Jarndyce, brightening.

"Your woman's wit hits the mark.