Of course, they belong to you; and anybody but your own flesh and blood, Mr. caudle.
No, Mr. caudle, no; it's no use your telling me to go to sleep, for I won't.
Couldn't be content with my cabbage—no, Mr. caudle, I won't let you go to sleep.
I'm sure I'd better be out of the world than—there now, Mr. caudle; there you are again!
There seemed to be no sort of provision for "caudle lectures."
I know what apples are, Mr. caudle, without your telling me.
I'm not a fool, Mr. caudle; I know there's a good deal in it.
You don't suppose, Mr. caudle, I've forgotten that pink bonnet, do you?
But it was Mrs. caudle, of course, that offered a bait too tempting to be resisted.
I'm sure, caudle, no man's buttons in the world are better looked after than your's.
"hot drink," late 13c., from Old North French caudel (Old French chaudel, 12c., Modern French chaudeau), from Medieval Latin caldellum, diminutive of caldum, neuter of Latin caldus "warm" (see calorie).