You know it and I know it.
All's square and above board, but why do you bring here that South Carolina Frenchman to meddle in the affairs of the good old state of Kentucky?
Is it any business of his or of the other people down there?
Can't we decide it ourselves?
We're a big family here in Kentucky, and we oughtn't to bring strangers into the family council, even if we do have a disagreement.

Besides, he represents the Knights of the Golden Circle, and what they are planning is plumb foolishness.

Even if you are bound to go out and split up the Union, I'd think you wouldn't have anything to do with the wholesale grabbing of Spanish-speaking territories to the southward." "There's a lot in what you say, Harvey," replied Colonel Kenton, speaking with the utmost good humor, "but I didn't bring Bertrand here; he came of his own accord.

Besides, while I'm strong for the South, I think this Knights of the Golden Circle business is bad, just as you do." "I'm glad you've got that much sense left, George," said Whitridge.
"You army men never do know much about politics.

It's easy to pull the wool over your eyes." "Have you and Fowler come here for that purpose ?" asked the colonel, smiling.
It was the preliminary to a long argument carried on without temper.
Harry listened attentively, but as soon as it was over and Whitridge and Fowler had gone, he tumbled into his bed and went to sleep.
He rose early the next morning, before his father in fact, as he was eager to see more of Frankfort, ate a solid breakfast almost alone, and went into the streets, where the first person he met was his own cousin and schoolmate, Dick Mason.