Night found him, at last, still harping on the same theme, and still pursuing the same unprofitable reflections—Chap. xxxiv.
"I'm not coming an hour later in the morning, you know," said Tim, breaking out all at once, and looking very resolute. "I'm not going to sleep in the fresh air—no, nor I'm not going into the country either"—Chap. xxxv.
With this the doctor laughed; but he didn't laugh half as much as a married friend of Mrs. Kenwigs's, who had just come in from the sick chamber—Chap. xxxvi.
"Ye'es," said the other, turning full upon him. "If you had told him who you were: if you had given him your card, and found out, afterwards, that his station or character prevented your fighting him, it would have been bad enough then"—Chap. xxxviii.