No flattery in him, Sir.
Nothing like it.' Mr Dombey inclined his head, and said he believed him to be in earnest, and that his high opinion was gratifying.
'My little friend here, Sir,' croaked the Major, looking as amiably as he could, on Paul, 'will certify for Joseph Bagstock that he is a thorough-going, down-right, plain-spoken, old Trump, Sir, and nothing more.

That boy, Sir,' said the Major in a lower tone, 'will live in history.

That boy, Sir, is not a common production.

Take care of him, Mr Dombey.' Mr Dombey seemed to intimate that he would endeavour to do so.
'Here is a boy here, Sir,' pursued the Major, confidentially, and giving him a thrust with his cane.

'Son of Bitherstone of Bengal.