"Distinguished," said Mr. Turveydrop, "by Miss Summerson's presence." As he bowed to me in that tight state, I almost believe I saw creases come into the whites of his eyes.
"My father," said the son, aside, to me with quite an affecting belief in him, "is a celebrated character. My father is greatly admired."
"Go on, Prince! Go on!" said Mr. Turveydrop, standing with his back to the fire and waving his gloves condescendingly. "Go on, my son!"

"Distinguished," said Mr. Turveydrop.
"My father," said the son, aside, "is a celebrated character. He is greatly admired."
"Go on, Prince! Go on!" said Mr. Turveydrop, waving his gloves condescendingly.
