"Are you sure it was my house ?" "Yes, sure," was Kinch's reply.

"You are the only coloured person living in the square--and he said plain enough for anybody to understand, 'Easton-street, corner of Shotwell.' I heard every word but what they said towards the last in a whisper." "You couldn't catch anything of it ?" asked Mr.Walters.
"No, I missed that; they talked too low for me to hear." After reflecting a few moments, Mr.Walters said: "Not a word of this is to be lisped anywhere except with my permission, and by my direction.

Have you had your dinner ?" "No, sir," was the prompt reply.
"I want to despatch a note to Mr.Ellis, by you, if it won't trouble you too much.

Can you oblige me ?" "Oh, yes, sir, by all means," replied Kinch, "I'll go there with pleasure." "Then whilst I'm writing," continued Mr.Walters, "you can be eating your dinner, that will economize time, you know." Kinch followed the servant who answered the bell into the dining-room which Mr.Walters had just left.

On being supplied with a knife and fork, he helped himself bountifully to the roast duck, then pouring out a glass of wine, he drank with great enthusiasm, to "our honoured self," which proceeding caused infinite amusement to the two servants who were peeping at him through the dining-room door.