"Thank you, father. Are YOU off now, father?"
"Yes, my dear. I suppose," said Mr. Turveydrop, shutting his eyes and lifting up his shoulders with modest consciousness, "that I must show myself, as usual, about town."
"You had better dine out comfortably somewhere," said his son.
"My dear child, I intend to. I shall take my little meal, I think, at the French house, in the Opera Colonnade."
"That's right. Good-bye, father!" said Prince, shaking hands.

"Thank you, father. Are you off now, father?"
"Yes, my dear. I suppose," said Mr. Turveydrop, shutting his eyes modestly, "that I must show myself, as usual, about town."
"Dine out comfortably somewhere," said his son.
"My dear child, I intend to. I shall take my little meal, I think, at the French house, in the Opera Colonnade."
"Good-bye, father!" said Prince.
