My hands are free, Jimson ceases; down with Jimson.

Shake hands with me, Uncle Ned--Julia, darling girl, Julia, I--' 'Gideon, Gideon!' said his uncle.

'O, it's all right, uncle, when we're going to be married so soon,' said Gideon.

'You know you said so yourself in the houseboat.' 'Did I ?' said Uncle Ned; 'I am certain I said no such thing.' 'Appeal to him, tell him he did, get on his soft side,' cried Gideon.
'He's a real brick if you get on his soft side.' 'Dear Mr Bloomfield,' said Julia, 'I know Gideon will be such a very good boy, and he has promised me to do such a lot of law, and I will see that he does too.

And you know it is so very steadying to young men, everybody admits that; though, of course, I know I have no money, Mr Bloomfield,' she added.
'My dear young lady, as this rapscallion told you today on the boat, Uncle Ned has plenty,' said the Squirradical, 'and I can never forget that you have been shamefully defrauded.