That chap wouldn't listen.

What! spoil his garden with our da----with our confounded board! not for five hundred a year! Well, I went down, and I talked to him--' 'Like a father,' put in Nancy.
'Just so, like a father.

"Look here," said I, "my dear sir, you're impeding the progress of civilisation.

How could we have become what we are without the modern science and art of advertising?
Till advertising sprang up, the world was barbarous.

Do you suppose people kept themselves clean before they were reminded at every corner of the benefits of soap?
Do you suppose they were healthy before every wall and hoarding told them what medicine to take for their ailments?
Not they indeed! Why, a man like you--an enlightened man, I see it in your face (he was as ugly as Ben's bull-dog), ought to be proud of helping on the age." And I made him downright ashamed of himself.