Why there you are, Stephen,' cried Jack. 'You are come home, I find.'

That is true,' said Stephen with an affectionate look: he prized statements of this kind in Jack.

“Oh, the odious wench. How I wish I were rid of her. I have always loathed women…”

“Mr Babbington,' he said, suddenly stopping in his up and down. 'Take your hands…”

“You were always grossly obese,' observed Stephen. 'Were you to walk ten miles a…”

“They were looking after themselves, living with rigid economy; and there was no…”