I shall be getting the horrors if I don't have something before I go to bed." The old man got him half a tumbler of brandy from his room, where there was always some to be had, and following him into his room, sat down on the bed.
"Who's been vexing my handsome son ?" said he; "my son that I've been waiting up for all night.

Death and gallows to them, whoever they are.
Is it that pale-faced little parson's daughter?
Or is it her tight-laced hypocrite of a father, that comes whining here with his good advice to me who know the world so well?
Never mind, my boy.

Keep a smooth face, and play the humbug till you've got her, and her money, and then break her impudent little heart if you will.

Go to sleep, my boy, and dream you are avenged on them all." "I mean to be, father, on some of them, I tell you," replied George.
"That's right, my man.

Good night." "Good night, old dad," said George.