”Tilda,’ said Miss Squeers, colouring up to the top row of curls,
‘I have not been used to it, you know, ‘Tilda,’ said Miss Squeers, applying her hand to the left side of her sash.
‘There are only four of us, ‘Tilda,’ said Miss Squeers, looking slyly at Nicholas; ‘so we had better go partners, two against two.’
”Tilda HAS won something she didn’t expect, I think, haven’t you, dear?’ said Miss Squeers, maliciously.
‘Thank you, ‘Tilda, dear,’ retorted Miss Squeers, majestically.
”Tilda,’ exclaimed Miss Squeers with dignity, ‘I hate you.’