He'd rather die than beg, and he'll keep on sellin' his traps until there's nothin' left but the clothes he stands in.

He may be a duke, for all ye know, or maybe only a plain Irish gentleman come to grief.

Them bottles ye showed me last night had arms engraved on 'em, and his initials.

I noticed partic'lar, for I've seen them things before.

My father, when he was young, was second groom for a lord and used to tell me about the silver in the house and the arms on the sides of the carriages.