You will find the cold mutton on the table." "Thank you, father.

Are YOU off now, father ?" "Yes, my dear.

I suppose," said Mr.Turveydrop, shutting his eyes and lifting up his shoulders with modest consciousness, "that I must show myself, as usual, about town." "You had better dine out comfortably somewhere," said his son.
"My dear child, I intend to.

I shall take my little meal, I think, at the French house, in the Opera Colonnade." "That's right.

Good-bye, father!" said Prince, shaking hands.
"Good-bye, my son.