Confounded old cheating son of a porpus! It was doing the world a good turn, and Glenwarlock a better to--Look you! what are you listening there for!--Ha! ha! ha! I say, now--would you hang a man, laird--I mean, when you could get no good out of it--not a ha'p'orth for yourself or your family ?" "I've never had occasion to consider the question," answered the laird.
"Ho! ho! haven't you?
Let me tell you it's quite time you considered it.

It's no joke when a man has to decide without time to think.

He's pretty sure to decide wrong." "That depends, I should think, my lord, on the way in which he has been in the habit of deciding." "Come now! none of your Scotch sermons to me! You Scotch always were a set a down-brown hypocrites! Confound the whole nation!" "To judge by your last speech, my lord,--" "Oh, by my last speech, eh?
By my dying declaration?
Then I tell you 'tis fairer to judge a man by anything sooner than his speech.
That only serves to hide what he's thinking.

I wish I might be judged by mine, though, and not by my deeds.

I've done a good many things in my time I would rather forget, now age has clawed me in his clutch.