“Why, just good or bad, sir, according as he's treated.”
“Is he well liked, then? I trust you understand me now.”
“By his friends, sir, no man betther—by them that's his enemies, not so well.”
“You mentioned a son of his, Charles, I think; what kind of a young fellow is he?”
“Very like his father, sir.”
“I see; well, I thank you, my friend, for the liberality of your information. Has he any daughters?”
“Two, sir; but very unlike their mother.”
“Why, what kind of a woman is their mother?”
“She's a saint, sir, of a sartin class—ever and always at her prayers,” (sotto voce, “such as they are—cursing her fellow-cratures from mornin' till night.”)
“Well, at all events, it is a good thing to be religious.”