"Tell me, my dear," said she to Natasha, "is Mimi a relation of yours? A daughter, I suppose?"

Dolokhov reined in his horse and advanced at a walk.

‘I shall not consent to do anything of the kind, sir,’ said Mrs Nickleby. ‘Pray, begone.’

‘You naughty creature,’ said the lively lady, poking the peer with her parasol; ‘I won’t have you talk so. How dare you?’