"I never miss," said he.
"What a young Turk! And pray, sir, do you go for pleasure, or for business ?" "Business! what do you mean by business ?" "Oh, I did not know whether you might be brought up to the trade, or your relations be undergoing the operation." "My relations," said Mr.Billings, proudly, and staring the Count full in the face, "was not made for no such thing.

I'm a tailor now, but I'm a gentleman's son: as good a man, ay, as his lordship there: for YOU a'n't his lordship--you're the Popish priest you are; and we were very near giving you a touch of a few Protestant stones, master." The Count began to be a little amused: he was pleased to see the Abbe look alarmed, or even foolish.
"Egad, Abbe," said he, "you turn as white as a sheet." "I don't fancy being murdered, my Lord," said the Abbe, hastily; "and murdered for a good work.

It was but to be useful to yonder poor Irishman, who saved me as a prisoner in Flanders, when Marlborough would have hung me up like poor Macshane himself was yesterday." "Ah!" said the Count, bursting out with some energy, "I was thinking who the fellow could be, ever since he robbed me on the Heath.

I recollect the scoundrel now: he was a second in a duel I had here in the year six." "Along with Major Wood, behind Montague House," said Mr.Billings.

"I'VE heard on it." And here he looked more knowing than ever.
"YOU!" cried the Count, more and more surprised.