All this is very well; but I want something to exchange ideas with--something to talk to." "Then why do you not invite your nephew, Captain M'Intyre, who is mentioned by every one as a fine spirited young fellow, to become a member of your family ?" "Who ?" exclaimed Monkbarns, "my nephew Hector ?--the Hotspur of the North?
Why, Heaven love you, I would as soon invite a firebrand into my stackyard.

He's an Almanzor, a Chamont--has a Highland pedigree as long as his claymore, and a claymore as long as the High Street of Fairport, which he unsheathed upon the surgeon the last time he was at Fairport.

I expect him here one of these days; but I will keep him at staff's end, I promise you.

He an inmate of my house! to make my very chairs and tables tremble at his brawls.

No, no--I'll none of Hector M'Intyre.