"Unlucky old soul!" says Mr. George, turning his head in that direction. "Don't scold the old lady. Look at her here, with her poor cap half off her head and her poor hair all in a muddle. Hold up, ma'am. That's better. There we are! Think of your mother, Mr. Smallweed," says Mr. George, coming back to his seat from assisting her, "if your wife an't enough."
"I suppose you were an excellent son, Mr. George?" the old man hints with a leer.

"Unlucky old soul!" says Mr. George. "Don't scold the old lady. Look at her, with her poor cap half off. Hold up, ma'am. That's better. There we are!"
"I suppose you were an excellent son, Mr. George?" the old man hints with a leer.
