"Do you confess?"
"Not to you."
"Come! now I have you. Who would you send for if you were likely to die?"
"Doctor Growlin'."
"Not for the priest?"
"I must first get a messenger."
"Confound your quibbling!—tell me, then, what your opinions are—your conscientious opinions I mean."
"They are the same as my landlord's."
"And what are your landlord's opinions?"
"Faix, his opinion is, that I won't pay him the last half-year's rint; and I'm of the same opinion myself."