She made no sound of laughter: but she rolled her head, and shook it, and put her handkerchief to her mouth, and appealed to Caddy with her elbow—Chap. xxxviii.
"You are to be congratulated, Mr. Guppy, you are a fortunate young man, sir"—Chap. xxxix.
Under the Lincoln's Inn Trees—Chap. xxxix
A bird of ill omen—Chap. xli.