Young noblemen ought to be indulged in their frolics.

If they _do_, now and then, run away with a knocker, paint a sign, beat the watch, or huff a magistrate, they _pay_ for their pastime, and that's sufficient.

What more could any reasonable man--especially a watchman--desire?
Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow, and a particular friend of mine.

There's not his peer among the peerage." "Och! if he's a friend o' yours, my dear joy, there's no more to be said; and right sorry am I, I struck him.

But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, if ould Nick himself were to hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' him another." "Well, well--wait awhile," returned Quilt; "his lordship won't forget you.