And Cara may find it out, some day, to her sorrow.

I like a glass of brandy, now and then; but I'm not quite so far gone that I must have it whether or no.

I'm foolish, I will own, to mind her little, pettish, fretful humours.

I ought to be more of a man than I am.

But, I didn't make myself, and can't help feeling annoyed, and sometimes angry, when she is unkind and unreasonable.