I trust he may not turn out--well--no matter--my love to you, my dear, and long life to the baby!' 'Your namesake,' said Mrs Kenwigs, with a sweet smile.
'And I hope a worthy namesake,' observed Mr Kenwigs, willing to propitiate the collector.

'I hope a baby as will never disgrace his godfather, and as may be considered, in arter years, of a piece with the Lillyvicks whose name he bears.

I do say--and Mrs Kenwigs is of the same sentiment, and feels it as strong as I do--that I consider his being called Lillyvick one of the greatest blessings and Honours of my existence.' 'THE greatest blessing, Kenwigs,' murmured his lady.
'THE greatest blessing,' said Mr Kenwigs, correcting himself.

'A blessing that I hope, one of these days, I may be able to deserve.' This was a politic stroke of the Kenwigses, because it made Mr Lillyvick the great head and fountain of the baby's importance.

The good gentleman felt the delicacy and dexterity of the touch, and at once proposed the health of the gentleman, name unknown, who had signalised himself, that night, by his coolness and alacrity.
'Who, I don't mind saying,' observed Mr Lillyvick, as a great concession, 'is a good-looking young man enough, with manners that I hope his character may be equal to.' 'He has a very nice face and style, really,' said Mrs Kenwigs.
'He certainly has,' added Miss Petowker.