His presence and example diffused such alacrity among the persons employed, that, in a few hours, the house was emptied of everything, but pieces of matting, empty porter-pots, and scattered fragments of straw.
Seated, like an African chief, on one of these pieces of matting, the dwarf was regaling himself in the parlour, with bread and cheese and beer, when he observed without appearing to do so, that a boy was prying in at the outer door.

Assured that it was Kit, though he saw little more than his nose, Mr Quilp hailed him by his name; whereupon Kit came in and demanded what he wanted.
'Come here, you sir,' said the dwarf.

'Well, so your old master and young mistress have gone ?' 'Where ?' rejoined Kit, looking round.
'Do you mean to say you don't know where ?' answered Quilp sharply.
'Where have they gone, eh ?' 'I don't know,' said Kit.
'Come,' retorted Quilp, 'let's have no more of this! Do you mean to say that you don't know they went away by stealth, as soon as it was light this morning ?' 'No,' said the boy, in evident surprise.
'You don't know that ?' cried Quilp.

'Don't I know that you were hanging about the house the other night, like a thief, eh?
Weren't you told then ?' 'No,' replied the boy.
'You were not ?' said Quilp.

'What were you told then; what were you talking about ?' Kit, who knew no particular reason why he should keep the matter secret now, related the purpose for which he had come on that occasion, and the proposal he had made.
'Oh!' said the dwarf after a little consideration.