Evidently in observance of their nightly custom, she put some bread before herself, and touched his glass with her lips; but Arthur saw she was troubled and took nothing.

Her look at her father, half admiring him and proud of him, half ashamed for him, all devoted and loving, went to his inmost heart.
The Father of the Marshalsea condescended towards his brother as an amiable, well-meaning man; a private character, who had not arrived at distinction.

'Frederick,' said he, 'you and Fanny sup at your lodgings to-night, I know.

What have you done with Fanny, Frederick ?' 'She is walking with Tip.' 'Tip--as you may know--is my son, Mr Clennam.

He has been a little wild, and difficult to settle, but his introduction to the world was rather'-- he shrugged his shoulders with a faint sigh, and looked round the room--'a little adverse.