“Forpity’ssake，don’tsaythat！Itellyou，itISgoodandmostenviableThinkofmyconsolations！”
“Haveyousomany，then，McIntosh？”
“Certainly；yourattemptsatsarcasmwhichisessentiallytheweaponofaculturedman，arecrudeFirst，myattainments，myclassicalandliteraryknowledge，blurred，perhaps，byimmoderatedrinking——
whichremindsmethatbeforemysoulwenttotheGodslastnight，I
soldthePickeringHoraceyousokindlylentmeDittaMulltheClothesmanhasitItfetchedtenannas，andmayberedeemedforarupee——butstillinfinitelysuperiortoyoursSecondly，theabidingaffectionofMrsMcIntosh，bestofwivesThirdly，amonument，moreenduringthanbrass，whichIhavebuiltupinthesevenyearsofmydegradation。”