"In particular, I warn you against a certain Solomon Mahaffy.

You'll see much of him; I haven't known how to rebuff the fellow without being rude--he sticks to me like my shadow.
He's profited by my charity and he admires my conversation and affects my society, but don't tell him you have so much as a rusty copper, for he will neither rest nor eat nor sleep until he's plucked you--tell him nothing--leave him to me.

I keep him--there--" the judge extended his fat hands, "at arm's length.

I say to him metaphorically speaking--'so close, but no closer.

I'll visit you when sick, I'll pray with you when dying, I'll chat with you, I'll eat with you, I'll smoke with you, and if need be, I'll drink with you--but be your intimate?
Never! Why?
Because be's a damned Yankee! These are the inextinguishable feelings of a gentleman.