"Oh, 'sdeath! I am damnably used by him." He paced the chamber, storming.

"All this garboil about nothing!", he complained.

"Was he never young himself?
And when all is said, there's no harm done.

The girl's been fetched home again." "Pshaw! Ye're a fool, Rotherby--a fool, and there's an end on't," said his mother.

"I sometimes wonder which is the greater fool--you or your father.