What you will do when you get home is understood between us.
Give me no account of it at any time; and never refer to it in any way.
I ask that as a favour.

I am commonly a man of few words, cousin; and all that need be said just now is said, I think.' 'One glass of wine--one morsel of this homely cake ?' cried Mr Pecksniff, venturing to detain him.

'My dears--!' The sisters flew to wait upon him.
'Poor girls!' said Mr Pecksniff.

'You will excuse their agitation, my dear sir.

They are made up of feeling.