So I thought.
You have a portion of good sense about you, but in a thousand things you're a jackass, Harry." "Thank you, sir," replied his nephew, laughing heartily; "thank you for the compliment.

I am your nephew, you know." "You have a parcel of d----d scruples, I say, that are ridiculous.

What the devil need a man care about in this world but appearances?
Mind your own interests, keep up appearances, and you have done your duty." "But I should like to do a little more than keep up appearances," replied his nephew.
"I know you would," said his uncle, "and it is for that especial reason that I say you're carrying the ears.

I'm now a long time in the world, Masther Harry--sixty-two years--although I don't look it, nor anything like it, and in the course of that time--or, at all events, ever since I was able to form my own opinions, I never met a man that wasn't a rogue in something, with the exception of--let me see--one--two--three--four--five--I'm not able to make out the half-dozen." "And who were the five honorable exceptions ?" asked his niece, smiling.
"They were the five fools of the parish, Maria--and yet I am wrong, still--for Bob M'Cann was as thievish as the very devil whenever he had an opportunity.

And now, do you know the conclusion I come to from all this ?" "I suppose," said his niece, "that no man's honest but a fool." "Thank you, Maria, Well done--you've hit it.