I ain't very proud of the way they've painted me, though there's something about it I ain't ashamed of either.

See here," and he held up on one side of him one of the great daubs of himself--"just hold it there till I can explain it," and he handed the paper to one of his friends.

"That's me," said Sir Roger, putting up his stick, and pointing to the pimply-nosed representation of himself.
"Hurrah! Hur-r-rah! more power to you--we all know who you are, Roger.

You're the boy! When did you get drunk last ?" Such-like greetings, together with a dead cat which was flung at him from the crowd, and which he dexterously parried with his stick, were the answers which he received to this exordium.
"Yes," said he, quite undismayed by this little missile which had so nearly reached him: "that's me.

And look here; this brown, dirty-looking broad streak here is intended for a railway; and that thing in my hand--not the right hand; I'll come to that presently--" "How about the brandy, Roger ?" "I'll come to that presently.