You have had tact enough to push yourself up early, and yet it seems you have not pluck enough to take the goods the gods provide you.' 'The gods!--you mean the devils rather,' said Alaric, who sat listening and drinking, almost unconsciously, his doctored tipple.
'Call them what you will for me.

Fortune has generally been esteemed a goddess, but misfortune a very devil.

But, Tudor, you don't know the world.

Here is a chance in your way.

Of course that keg of brandy who went out just now understands very well who you are.