If a bit o' smuggling was wrong, Sir Risdon, think I'd do it?
No, sir; I think o' them as was before me.

My father was in Marlborough's wars, and he called me Blenheim, in honour of the battle he was in; and I called my boy Ramillies, and if ever he gets married, and has a son, he's to be Malplackey.

I arn't ashamed to look him in the face." "But I shall be afraid to look in the face of my dear child." "Mistress Denise, Sir Risdon?
Tchah! Bless her! I don' believe she'd like her father to miss getting a lot of things that would be good for him, and your madam.

There, Sir Risdon; don't say another word about it.

Leave the door open, and go to bed.