It began to be unnecessary to repeat the form of saying he might, so he did it at once.

How he ever did it so often without wounding himself with my knife, I don't know.

“And your sister,” he resumed, after a little steady eating, “which had the honor of bringing you up by hand! It's a sad picter, to reflect that she's no longer equal to fully understanding the honor. May — ”

I saw he was about to come at me again, and I stopped him.

“We'll drink her health,” said I.

“Ah!” cried Mr. Pumblechook, leaning back in his chair, quite flaccid with admiration, “that's the way you know 'em, sir!” (I don't know who Sir was, but he certainly was not I, and there was no third person present);