‘When you hear of an orphan with three or four hundred pound,’ said Mr Pecksniff, ‘let that dear orphan’s friends apply, by letter post-paid, to S. P., Post-office, Salisbury.
‘When you hear of an orphan with three or four hundred pound,’ said Mr Pecksniff, ‘let that dear orphan’s friends apply, by letter post-paid, to S. P., Post-office, Salisbury. I don’t know who he is, exactly. Don’t be alarmed, Mrs Todgers,’ said Mr Pecksniff, falling heavily against her: ‘chronic–chronic! Let’s have a little drop of something to drink.’
