‘D—d unhandsome terms those Redgauntlet used to you, brother.’ said Nixon.
‘Which do you mean?’ said Ewart, starting, and recollecting himself. ‘I have been at my old trade of thinking aloud, have I?’
‘No matter,’ answered Nixon, ‘none but a friend heard you. You cannot have forgotten how Redgauntlet disarmed you this morning.’
‘Why, I would bear no malice about that—only he is so cursedly high and saucy,’ said Ewart.
‘And then,’ said Nixon, ‘I know you for a true-hearted Protestant.’
‘That I am, by G—,’ said Ewart. ‘No, the Spaniards could never get my religion from me.’
‘And a friend to King George, and the Hanover line of succession,’ said Nixon, still walking and speaking very slow.
‘You may swear I am, excepting in the way of business, as Turnpenny says. I like King George, but I can’t afford to pay duties.’
‘You are outlawed, I believe,’ said Nixon.
‘Am I?—faith, I believe I am,’ said Ewart. ‘I wish I were INLAWED again with all my heart. But come along, we must get all ready for our peremptory gentleman, I suppose.’