"Very," sobbed Caddy. "Ve-ry!"
"My dear son," said Mr. Turveydrop, "and dear daughter, I have done my duty. If the spirit of a sainted wooman hovers above us and looks down on the occasion, that, and your constant affection, will be my recompense. You will not fail in YOUR duty, my son and daughter, I believe?"
"Dear father, never!" cried Prince.
"Never, never, dear Mr. Turveydrop!" said Caddy.

"Very," sobbed Caddy.
"My dear son," said Mr. Turveydrop, "and dear daughter, I have done my duty. Your constant affection will be my recompense. You will not fail in your duty, my son and daughter, I believe?"
"Dear father, never!" cried Prince.
"Never, dear Mr. Turveydrop!" said Caddy.
