I suppose 'tis a good rule, but it may be pushed somewhat far.

And what do you propose to do for poor Mistress Sally Nutter ?' demanded Toole, very sternly, for his blood was up.
'She has heard from us this morning,' said Mr.Gamble, grining on his watch, 'and she knows all by this time, and 'tisn't a button to her.' And the attorney laughed in his face; and Nutter who had looked sulky and uncomfortable, could resist no longer, and broke into a queer responsive grin.

It seemed to Toole like a horrid dream.
There was a tap at the door just at this moment.
'Come in,' cried Mr.Gamble, still exploding in comfortable little bursts of half-suppressed laughter.
'Oh! 'tis you?
Very good, Sir,' said Mr.Gamble, sobering a little.

He was the same lanky, vulgar, and slightly-squinting gentleman, pitted with the small-pox, whom Toole had seen on a former occasion.

And the little doctor thought he looked even more cunning and meaner than before.