"I'm ashamed of your father and Ralph's father.

Call themselves Christian gentlemen, and because a pair of old idiots of ancestors in the dark ages quarrelled, and tried to cut one another's throats, they go on as their fathers did before them, trying to seize each other's properties, and to make an end of one another, and encouraging their sons to grow up in the same vile way." "My father is a gentleman and a knight, sir," cried Mark Eden hotly; "and I'm sure that he would never turn cut-throat or robber if he was left alone." "Of course; and that's what Sir Morton Darley would say, or his son either; and still the old feud is kept up.

Look here, boy; suppose you were to run against young Ralph now, what would happen ?" "There'd be a fight," cried the lad, flushing up; and he drew in his breath with a hiss.
"Of course!" sneered the old man.
"Well, he never sees me without insulting me." "And you never see him without doing the same." "But--" "But! Bah! I haven't patience with you all.

Six of one; half a dozen of the other.

Both your families well off in this world's goods, and yet miserable, Fathers, two Ahabs, longing for the other's land to make a garden of herbs; and if they got it, a nice garden of herbs it would be! Why, Mark Eden, as I'm a scholar and a gentleman, my income is fifty pounds a year.