I'm a pretty good mimic, though I say it.

Nothing easier, after that.

You see, Lydia had laid me ten pounds that as a Justice of the Peace I hadn't wit nor pluck to spoil her next run; honestly, that is.

She knows I wouldn't blow on her for worlds.
Oh, we understand one another! Now you and I'll go off and call on her, and hear what she says about it.

For in a way I've won, and in a way I've not.