'Good,' said he, 'very good, but what I mean is this: do you know what it is to get up early and go to bed late, and never take so much as a holiday but four: and one of these your own marriage day, and the other three the funerals of folk you loved, and all that, to have a quiet old age in shelter, and bread for your old belly, and a bed to lay your crazy bones upon, with a clear conscience ?' 'Sir,' said Mr.Archer, with an inclination of his head, 'you portray a very brave existence.' 'Well,' continued Jonathan, 'and in the end thieves deceive you, thieves rob and rook you, thieves turn you out in your old age and send you begging.

What have you got for all your honesty?
A fine return! You that might have stole scores of pounds, there you are out in the rain with your rheumatics!' Mr.Archer had forgotten to eat; with his hand upon his chin he was studying the old man's countenance.

'And you conclude ?' he asked.
'Conclude!' cried Jonathan.

'I conclude I'll be upsides with them.' 'Ay,' said the other, 'we are all tempted to revenge.' 'You have lost money ?' asked Jonathan.
'A great estate,' said Archer quietly.
'See now!' says Jonathan, 'and where is it ?' 'Nay, I sometimes think that every one has had his share of it but me,' was the reply.

'All England hath paid his taxes with my patrimony: I was a sheep that left my wool on every briar.' 'And you sit down under that ?' cried the old man.