We are, in that respect, brag as we may of our national virtue, the most unchristian people in the civilized world." "I beg your pardon, Sir Patrick--" "God help me! I'm talking polities at this time of night! It's your fault, Duncan.

What do you mean by casting my station in my teeth, because I can't put my night-cap on comfortably till you have brushed my hair?
I have a good mind to get up and brush yours.

There! there! I'm uneasy about my niece--nervous irritability, my good fellow, that's all.
Let's hear what you have to say about Miss Lundie.

And go on with my hair.

And don't be a humbug." "I was about to remind you, Sir Patrick, that Miss Lundie has another interest in her life to turn to.