"That's mair nor he could do for the numskulls as never think."
"He bangs all the player-folk, does Tom."
"Who's yon tatterdemalion flinging by the newspaper and bawling, 'The country's going to the dogs?'"
"That's Grey Graham, setting folk by the lug with his blusteration."
"Mess, lads, but he'd be a reet good Parli'ment man to threep about the nation."
"Weel, I's na pollytishun, but if it's tearin' and snappin' same as a terrier that mak's a reet good Parli'ment man, I reckon not all England could bang him."
"And that's not saying nowt, Sim. I've heard Grey Graham on the ballot till it's wet him through to the waistcoat."
"Is that Mister Paul Ritson and Mistress Lowther just run in for shelter?"
"Surely; and a reet bonny lass she is."
"And he's got larnin' and manners too."