Do you suppose that I wish to see my only child, who will have half a million of money and might be a countess, or half a dozen countesses, to-morrow, married to the son of a beggarly sniveller like you, for as you are so fond of the pure and sacred truth, I'll give it you--a fellow who can come and peach upon your own boy and his girl." "My conscience and my duty----" began Mr.Knight.
"Oh! drat your conscience and blow your duty.

You're a spy and a backbiting tell-tale, that's what you are.

Did you never kiss a girl yourself ?" "Never until after I was married, when we are specially enjoined by the great Apostle----" "Then I'm sorry for your wife, for she must have had a lot to teach you.

But let's stop slanging, we have our own opinions of each other and there's an end.

Now we have both the same object, you because you are a pious crank and no more human than a dried eel, and I because I am a man of the world who want to see my daughter where she ought to be, wearing a coronet in the House of Lords.