I mean he has the gout in one of his fingers, and it's swollen so, it's just like a great fat fir cone! He can't write a bit, and rests his hand on a table.

He wants to have me made to write with my left hand as well as my right.

As if I was ever going to have the gout in one of my fingers!' Sir George Lowton observed to Hamilton Jocelyn, that Melville must take to his tongue now.
'I fancy he will,' said Hamilton.

'My father won't give up his nominee; so I fancy he'll try Fallow field.

Of course, we go in for the agricultural interest; but there's a cantankerous old ruffian down here--a brewer, or something--he's got half the votes at his bidding.