"There!" said Bella, when she had at last completed the final touches. "Now you are something like a genteel boy! Put your jacket on and come and have your supper."—Book 4, chap. v.
He had sauntered far enough. Before returning to retrace his steps, he stopped upon the margin to look down at the reflected night—Book 4, chap. vi.
When the bather had finished dressing, he kneeled on the grass, doing something with his hands, and again stood up with his bundle under his arm. Looking all around him with great attention, he then went to the river's edge, and flung it in as far, and yet as lightly, as he could—Book 4, chap. vii.
She took the liberty of opening an inner door, and then beheld the extraordinary spectacle of Mr. Fledgeby in a shirt, a pair of Turkish trousers, and a Turkish cap, rolling over and over on his own carpet, and spluttering wonderfully—Book 4, chap. viii.