Look here, Ned.

I don't reckon to take anything out of this house that I didn't bring in it, or isn't freely offered to me; yet I don't otherwise, you understand, intend making myself out a d--d bit better than I am.

That's the only excuse I have for not making myself out JUST WHAT I am.

I don't know the fellow who's obliged to tell every one the last company he was in, or the last thing he did! Do you suppose even these pretty little women tell US their whole story?
Do you fancy that this St.John in the wilderness is canonized in his family?
Perhaps, when I take the liberty to intrude in his affairs, as he has in mine, he'd see he isn't.

I don't blame you for being sensitive, Ned.