What a sleek, sly chap he is! Just like a tomcat, an't he ?' 'I must trouble you to have the goodness to speak more respectfully of my papa, Mr Jonas,' said Charity.

'I can't allow such a tone as that, even in jest.' 'Ecod, you may say what you like of MY father, then, and so I give you leave,' said Jonas.

'I think it's liquid aggravation that circulates through his veins, and not regular blood.

How old should you think my father was, cousin ?' 'Old, no doubt,' replied Miss Charity; 'but a fine old gentleman.' 'A fine old gentleman!' repeated Jonas, giving the crown of his hat an angry knock.

'Ah! It's time he was thinking of being drawn out a little finer too.