I've heard them talk about lambs by the hour.

Say they are nice and soft and woolly: that'll draw them out." "You are a great quiz, I perceive." "No, really, now, Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys." "But, really yes, Mr.Buzza.

I shall have to cure you, I see, before I can trust my husband in your company." She rose and left him to his flutter of pleased excitement.

Oh, Sam! Sam! To fall from innocence was bad enough, but to fall thus easily! In a few moments and with charming tact, Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys had drawn the Misses Buzza into a lively conversation; had told Sophy of some new songs; and had even promised them all some hints on the very latest gowns, before Sam Buzza, weary of silence, called across the room-- "I say, dad, what do you think is the news about the seedy-looking fellow you treated by mistake to all that speechifying ?" The Admiral looked daggers, but Sam was imperturbable.
"Ho, ho! I say, Mr.Goodwyn-Sandys, the governor took him for you, and welcomed him to Troy in his best style-flower in his buttonhole and all--'twas as good as a play.

Well, the fellow has taken Kit's House." "Kit's House!" "Yes, and lives there all alone, with Caleb Trotter for servant.
I'd advise you to call, now that you've got your Sunday best on.
I'm sure he'd like to thank you for that speech you made him." "Be quiet, sir!" "Oh, very well; only I thought I'd mention it.