He had also spilt a cup of coffee over his legs without appearing to be aware of the circumstance; nor did he seem to know that there was muffin on his knee.
'And how have they used you downstairs, sir ?' asked the hostess.
'Their conduct has been such, my dear madam,' said Mr Pecksniff, 'as I can never think of without emotion, or remember without a tear.

Oh, Mrs Todgers!' 'My goodness!' exclaimed that lady.

'How low you are in your spirits, sir!' 'I am a man, my dear madam,' said Mr Pecksniff, shedding tears and speaking with an imperfect articulation, 'but I am also a father.

I am also a widower.

My feelings, Mrs Todgers, will not consent to be entirely smothered, like the young children in the Tower.