When he was encouraged he was a terrible talker.

He suddenly added in a sharp little voice like the report from a pistol: "So one can't be lonely or anything, can one, if there's always some one about ?" Mr.Pidgen was greatly touched.

He put his hand upon Hugh's shoulder.
"My dear boy," he said, "my dear boy--dear me, dear me.

I'm afraid you're going to have a dreadful time when you grow up.

I really mustn't encourage you.