My friend here has, it seems, reason to be proud of his connections.

That you may not subsequently bring the charge against me of having led you to "soil your hands"-- as your friend there terms it--I, with all the willingness in the world to chastise you or him for your impertinence, must first give you a fair chance of escape, by telling you that my father was a tailor.' The countenance of Mr.Raikes at the conclusion of this speech was a painful picture.

He knocked the table passionately, exclaiming: 'Who'd have thought it ?' Yet he had known it.

But he could not have thought it possible for a man to own it publicly.
Indeed, Evan could not have mentioned it, but for hot fury and the ale.
It was the ale in him expelling truth; and certainly, to look at him, none would have thought it.
'That will do,' said Laxley, lacking the magnanimity to despise the advantage given him, 'you have chosen the very best means of saving your skins.' 'We 'll come to you when our supply of clothes runs short,' added Harry.
'A snip!' 'Pardon me!' said Evan, with his eyes slightly widening, 'but if you come to me, I shall no longer give you a choice of behaviour.

I wish you good-night, gentlemen.