"Why, they're as plenty as blackberries."
"Very true; but, you see, Lord Gobblestown swallows all the pensions for his own family; and there are a great many complaints in the market against him for plucking that blackberry-bush very bare indeed; and unless Sack Scatterbrain has swingeing interest, the pension may not be such an easy thing."
"But still O'Grady has shown himself not my friend."
"My dear squire, don't be so hot: he has not shown himself yet——"
"Well, but he means it."
"My dear squire, you oughtn't to jump a conclusion like a twelve-foot drain or a five-bar gate."
"Well, he's a blackguard."
"No denying it; and therefore keep him on your side, if you can, or he'll be a troublesome customer on the other."
"I'll keep no terms with him;—I'll slap at him directly. What can you do that's wickedest?—latitat, capias—fee-faw-fum, or whatever you call it?"
"Hollo! squire, you're overrunning your game: maybe, after all, he won't join the Scatterbrains, and——"