"You can just give him that ere card, and tell him if he wants to speak to me, and save trouble, here I am, that's all"—Chap. xxi.
Mr. Crummles looked, from time to time, with great interest at Smike, with whom he had appeared considerably struck from the first. He had now fallen asleep, and was nodding in his chair—Chap. xxii.
The Indian savage and the maiden—Chap. xxiii.
"As an exquisite embodiment of the poet's visions, and a realisation of human intellectuality, gilding with refulgent light our dreamy moments, and laying open a new and magic world before the mental eye, the drama is gone, perfectly gone," said Mr. Curdle—Chap. xxiv.
