I cannot conceive, for my life, --said my mother.----
Humph! ----said my father.
(The dialogue ceased for a moment.)
----I am very short myself, --continued my father gravely.
You are very short, Mr. _Shandy_, --said my mother.
Humph! quoth my father to himself, a second time: in muttering which, he plucked his pillow a little further from my mother's--and turning about again, there was an end of the debate for three minutes and a half.
----When he gets these breeches made, cried my father in a higher tone, he'll look like a beast in 'em.
He will be very awkward in them at first, replied my mother.----

'I cannot conceive, for my life,' said my mother.
'Humph!' said my father.
(The dialogue ceased for a moment.)
'I am very short myself,' continued my father gravely.
'You are very short, Mr. Shandy,' said my mother.
'Humph!' quoth my father to himself again: and plucked his pillow a little further from my mother's. There was a pause for three minutes and a half.
'When he gets these breeches,' cried my father in a higher tone, 'he'll look like a beast in 'em.'
'He will be very awkward in them at first,' replied my mother.
