True, thou art as well gilded as a snake when he casts his old slough in the spring time; but for all that, thou creepest not into my Eden.

I will look after mine Eve, Mike, and so content thee .-- But how brave thou be'st, lad! To look on thee now, and compare thee with Master Tressilian here, in his sad-coloured riding-suit, who would not say that thou wert the real gentleman and he the tapster's boy ?" "Troth, uncle," replied Lambourne, "no one would say so but one of your country-breeding, that knows no better.

I will say, and I care not who hears me, there is something about the real gentry that few men come up to that are not born and bred to the mystery.

I wot not where the trick lies; but although I can enter an ordinary with as much audacity, rebuke the waiters and drawers as loudly, drink as deep a health, swear as round an oath, and fling my gold as freely about as any of the jingling spurs and white feathers that are around me, yet, hang me if I can ever catch the true grace of it, though I have practised an hundred times.
The man of the house sets me lowest at the board, and carves to me the last; and the drawer says, 'Coming, friend,' without any more reverence or regardful addition.

But, hang it, let it pass; care killed a cat.