Taig: You no better than myself! And the prayers I used to be saying for you, and you but a sketch and an excuse of a man!
Darby: Ah, I am thinking people put more in their prayers than was ever put in them by God.
Taig: Our mothers picturing us to one another as if we were the best in the world.
Darby: Lies I suppose they were drawing down, for to startle us into good behaviour.
Taig: Wouldn't you say now mothers to be a terror?
Darby: And we nothing at all after but two chimney sweepers and two harmless drifty lads.
Taig: Where is the great quality dinner yourself was to give me, having seven sorts of dressed meat? Pullets and bacon I was looking for, and to fall on an easy life.
Darby: Gone like the clouds of the winter's fog. We rose out of it the same as we went in.
Taig: We have nothing to do but to starve with the hunger, and you being as bare as myself.
Darby: We are in a bad shift surely. We must perish with the want of support. It is one of the tricks of the world does be played upon the children of Adam.