What do you say, Isaac?
Is not this a good motion, you doting rogue?
Speak, you old cent per cent fornicator?
What desperate debt are you thinking of?
What mortgage are you planning?
Well, Isaac, positively you shall never gain my favour till you turn over a new leaf, grow honest, and live like a gentleman.

In the meantime give me a kiss, you old fumbler." These words, accompanied with a hearty smack, enlivened the person to whom they were addressed to such a degree that he cried, in transport, though with a faltering voice, "Ah! you wanton baggage--upon my credit, you are a waggish girl--he, he, he!" This laugh introduced a fit of coughing, which almost suffocated the poor usurer (such we afterwards found was the profession of this our fellow-traveller).
About this time I fell asleep, and enjoyed a comfortable nap till such time as we arrived at the inn where we put up.

Here, having alighted from the waggon, I had an opportunity of viewing the passengers in order as they entered.

The first who appeared was a brisk, airy girl, about twenty years old, with a silver-laced hat on her head instead of a cap, a blue stuff riding-suit, trimmed with silver very much tarnished, and a whip in her hand.

After her came, limping, an old man, with a worsted nightcap buttoned under his chin, and a broad-brimmed hat slouched over it, an old rusty blue cloak tied about his neck, under which appeared a brown surtout, that covered a threadbare coat and waistcoat, and, as he afterwards discerned, a dirty flannel jacket.