As to what you have intimated about our morals--you miserable cringing coward, you--I won't notice it except to make my personal request of every brother and husband present not to give your back what your impudence deserves.

You talk of things you have on hearsay since you came among us.

I'll talk of hearsay, then--the hearsay that you are mad and will go home because we can't make it worth your while to stay.

What it would satisfy you to get out of us it wouldn't be hard to tell; but I know it's more than you'll get.

We don't want you.