There is nobody so good to you as I am, Drum; and you are very crusty at times, you know.

Your daughter shall be the head cook; and then everything must be to your liking." "Master Lancelot, you speaks fair.

What can I have the honor of doing for you, Sir, to set you up again in your poor dear 'ealth ?" "Well, you hate physic, don't you, Drum?
And you make a strict point of never taking it." "I never knew no good to come out of no bottle, without it were a bottle of old crusted port-wine.

Ah! you likes that, Master Lancelot." "I'll tell you what it is, Drum; I am obliged to be very careful.

The reason why I don't get on is from taking my meals too much in-doors.
There is no fresh air in these old rooms.