Taig: You to know what I know—
Darby: What is it that you know?
Taig: It is dealing out cards through the night time I will be from this out, and making bets on racehorses and fighting-cocks through all the hours of the day.
Darby: I would sooner to be sleeping in feathers and to do no hand's turn at all, day or night.
Taig: If I came paddling along through every place this day and the road hard under my feet, it is likely I will have my choice way leaving it.
Darby: How is that now?
Taig: A horse maybe and a car or two horses, or maybe to go in the coach, and I myself sitting alongside the man came in it.
Darby: Is it that he is taking you into his service?
Taig: Not at all! And I being of his own family and his blood.
Darby: Of his blood now?