And now ensued a curious scene of family blood.

For no sooner did elderly Tom observe this bantam-like demeanour of his brother, than he ruffled his feathers likewise, and looked down on him, agitating his wig over a prodigious frown.

Whereof came the following sharp colloquy; Andrew beginning: I 'll pay off the debts out of my own pocket.' 'You can make a greater fool of yourself, then ?' 'He shan't be a tailor!' 'He shan't be a brewer!' 'I say he shall live like a gentleman!' 'I say he shall squat like a Turk!' Bang went Andrew's hand on the table: 'I 've pledged my word, mind!' Tom made a counter demonstration: 'And I'll have my way!' 'Hang it! I can be as eccentric as you,' said Andrew.
'And I as much a donkey as you, if I try hard,' said Tom.
Something of the cobbler's stall followed this; till waxing furious, Tom sung out to Jonathan, hovering around them in watchful timidity, 'More Port!' and the words immediately fell oily on the wrath of the brothers; both commenced wiping their heads with their handkerchiefs the faces of both emerged and met, with a half-laugh: and, severally determined to keep to what they had spoken, there was a tacit accord between them to drop the subject.
Like sunshine after smart rain, the Port shone on these brothers.

Like a voice from the pastures after the bellowing of the thunder, Andrew's voice asked: 'Got rid of that twinge of the gout, Tom?
Did you rub in that ointment ?' while Tom replied: 'Ay.

How about that rheumatism of yours?
Have you tried that Indy oil ?' receiving a like assurance.
The remainder of the Port ebbed in meditation and chance remarks.