But Edwin might as well have glanced at the face of a clock.
'A pet name, sir,' he explained again.
'Umps,' said Mr.Grewgious, with a nod.

But with such an extraordinary compromise between an unqualified assent and a qualified dissent, that his visitor was much disconcerted.
'Did PRosa--' Edwin began by way of recovering himself.
'PRosa ?' repeated Mr.Grewgious.
'I was going to say Pussy, and changed my mind;--did she tell you anything about the Landlesses ?' 'No,' said Mr.Grewgious.

'What is the Landlesses?
An estate?
A villa?
A farm ?' 'A brother and sister.

The sister is at the Nuns' House, and has become a great friend of P--' 'PRosa's,' Mr.Grewgious struck in, with a fixed face.
'She is a strikingly handsome girl, sir, and I thought she might have been described to you, or presented to you perhaps ?' 'Neither,' said Mr.Grewgious.

'But here is Bazzard.' Bazzard returned, accompanied by two waiters--an immovable waiter, and a flying waiter; and the three brought in with them as much fog as gave a new roar to the fire.