Your old character stands in your way." "Oh, this is hard--this is hard.

You rich, and with everything comfortable, while I am poor, and unrewarded for all my labour and risk by an ungrateful Scot." "Don't insult your sovereign, sir!" cried Sir Morton.
"Oh, this is hard--this is hard." "Look here, Michael Purlrose, if you had been an officer and a gentleman in distress, I would have helped you." "Do you mean to say that I am not an officer, and a gentleman in distress, sir ?" cried the captain, clapping his hand to the hilt of his sword, a movement imitated by Ralph, angrily.

But Sir Morton stood back, unmoved.
"Let your sword alone, boy," he said sternly.

"You, Michael Purlrose, knowing you as I do of old, for a mouthing, cowardly bully, do you think that I am going to be frightened by your swagger?
Yes, I tell you that you are no gentleman." "Oh, this is too much," cried the visitor.

"It is enough to make me call in my men." "Indeed!" said Sir Morton coolly.