It was not until I had brought him to kiss his sister, and had restored him to his place on my lap, and had shown him that Caddy was laughing (she laughed expressly for the purpose), that we could recall his peace of mind; even then it was for some time conditional on his taking us in turns by the chin and smoothing our faces all over with his hand.

At last, as his spirits were not equal to the piano, we put him on a chair to look out of window; and Miss Jellyby, holding him by one leg, resumed her confidence.
"It began in your coming to our house," she said.
We naturally asked how.
"I felt I was so awkward," she replied, "that I made up my mind to be improved in that respect at all events and to learn to dance.

I told Ma I was ashamed of myself, and I must be taught to dance.

Ma looked at me in that provoking way of hers as if I wasn't in sight, but I was quite determined to be taught to dance, and so I went to Mr.
Turveydrop's Academy in Newman Street." "And was it there, my dear--" I began.
"Yes, it was there," said Caddy, "and I am engaged to Mr.Turveydrop.
There are two Mr.Turveydrops, father and son.

My Mr.Turveydrop is the son, of course.