You must give up--confound! why! do you expect to have everything you want at starting?
There, my child--but, upon my honour! a man loses his temper at having to talk for an hour or so, and no result.

You must go to bed; and--do you say your prayers?
Well! that's one way of getting out of it--pray that you may forget all about what's not good for you.

Why, you're almost like a young man, when you set your mind on a thing.
Bad! won't do! Say your prayers regularly.

And, please, pour me out a mouthful of brandy.

My hand trembles--I don't know what's the matter with it;--just like those rushes on the Thames I used to see when out fishing.