You say, 'Let me cease to be your burglar and let me be your butler.' The aspiration is respectable; but a man might as well say, 'Let me cease to write sermons, let me paint pictures.' And truly, sir, you impress me as no expert even in your present trade." "On the other hand," I argued, "consider the moderation of my demands; that alone should convince you of my desire to turn over a new leaf.
I ask for a month's trial; if at the end of that time I don't suit, you shall say so, and I'll march from your door with nothing in my pocket but my month's wages.

Be hanged, sir! but when I reflect on the amount you'll have to pay to get me to face to-night's storm again, you seem to be getting off dirt cheap!" cried I, slapping my palm on the table.
"Ah, if you had only known Parkinson!" he exclaimed.
Now the third glass of clean spirit has always a deplorable effect on me.

It turns me from bright to black, from levity to extreme sulkiness.
I have done more wickedness over this third tumbler than in all the other states of comparative inebriety within my experience.

So now I glowered at my companion and cursed.
"Look here, I don't want to hear any more of Parkinson, and I've a pretty clear notion of the game you're playing.

You want to make me drink, and you're ready to sit prattling there plying me till I drop under the table." "Do me the favour to remember that you came, and are staying, on your own motion.