"Don't go so quickly or you'll fall, and that won't be good for your health.

Put on your fur pelisse lest you catch cold.
Where are his lordship's leg-warmers?
Hie! you fellows! Put a warm brick under my dear uncle's feet! Watch over every hair of his head!" All this time John Karpathy said not a word.

It was the first time in his life that any one had dared to anger him.

Ah, if any one else had dared to do such a thing, what a scene there would have been! The heydukes, the coachmen, stood before him trembling.

Even Mr.Peter Bus himself was speechless as he looked upon that dumb listening countenance staring fixedly at him with bloodshot eyes.