We all are; we're all the same.

And, if he weren't, it would be the better joke.
Besides, you oughtn't to keep up a grudge, don't you know; you ought to let the--the _woman_ have a chance.

If he marries her--and that must be her game this time--she'll grow decent, and be respectable ever after, you may be sure--go to church, as you would have her, and all that--never miss a Sunday, I'll lay you a thousand." "He's of a good old family!" said Mary, foolishly, thinking that would weigh with him.
"Good old fiddlestick! Damned old worn-out broom-end! _She's_ of a good old family--quite good enough for his, you may take your oath! Why, my girl! the thing's not worth burning your fingers with.

You've brought me here on a goose-errand.

I'll go and have my lunch." He rose.
"I'm sorry to have vexed you, sir," said Mary, greatly disappointed.
"Never mind .-- I'm horribly sold," he said, with a tight grin.