Charles Dickens,
Nicholas Nickleby
“ Squeers,’ said the waiter, looking in at this juncture; ‘here’s a gentleman asking for you at the bar.’ ‘Show the gentleman in, Richard,’ replied Mr. Squeers, in a soft voice. ‘Put your handkerchief in your pocket, you little scoundrel, or I’ll murder you when the gentleman goes.’ The schoolmaster had scarcely uttered these words in a fierce whisper, when the stranger entered. Affecting not to see him, Mr. Squeers feigned to be intent upon mending a pen, and offering benevolent advice to his youthful pupil. ‘My dear child,’ said Mr. Squeers, ‘all people have their trials. ”
