Tell him I'm a magistrate, and I'll commit him, deuce take him; give him fourteen days for a sot; another fourteen for impudence.

I've given a month 'fore now.

Comes to me, a Justice of the peace!--man 's mad! Tell him he's in peril of a lunatic asylum.

And doesn't talk of staying?
Lift him out o' the house on the top o' your boot, Sewis, and say it 's mine; you 've my leave.' Sewis withdrew a step from the bedside.

At a safe distance he fronted his master steadily; almost admonishingly.