James! look what that wicked wretch has done!" "Look, woman! Do you think I'm blind? That vase was worth fifty pounds, if it was worth a penny." "I I wasn't thinking about the ch-ch-ch-china," sobbed Mrs Brandon, "but about my darling Sam. Oh, my boy! my boy! don't say you're dead!" "Don't you make an exhibition of yourself before the servants," cried her husband angrily.