The point is that a game of this sort don't at all suit my book, but," here he looked at the clergyman shrewdly, "why do _you_ come to tell about it?
I should have thought that under all the circumstances _you_ should have been glad.

Isobel isn't likely to be exactly a beggar, you know, so it seems devilish queer that you should object, as I gather you do; unless it is to the kissing, which has been heard of before." "I do object most strongly, Sir John," replied Mr.Knight in his iciest tones.

"I disapprove entirely of your daughter, whose lack of any Christian feeling is notorious, and whose corrupting influence will, I fear, make my son as bad as herself." "Damn her lack of Christian feeling, and damn yours and your impudence too, you half-drowned church rat! Why don't you call her Jezebel at once, and have done with it?
One of the things I like about her is that she has the pluck to snap her fingers at such as you and all your ignorant superstitions.

What are you getting at?
That is what I want to know." "I put aside your insults to which as a clergyman it is my duty to turn the other cheek," replied Mr.Knight, with a furious gasp.

"As to the rest I am trying to get at the pure and sacred truth." "You look as though you would do better to get at the pure and sacred brandy," remarked Sir John, surveying him critically, "but that's your affair.