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Doggrass: Tut! If you are inclined to preach, here is a milestone--I’ll leave you in its company.
Gnatbrain: Ay, it’s all very well--very well; but you have broken poor Susan’s heart, and as for William--
Doggrass: What of him?
Gnatbrain: The sharks of him, for what you care. Didn’t you make him turn a sailor, and leave his young pretty wife, the little delicate black-ey’d Susan, that pretty piece of soft-speaking womanhood, your niece? Now say, haven’t you qualms? On a winter’s night, now, when the snow is drifting at your door, what do you do?
Doggrass: Shut it.
Gnatbrain: And what, when you hear the wind blowing at your chimney corner?
Doggrass: Get closer to the fire..
Gnatbrain: What, when in your bed, you turn up one side at the thunder?
Doggrass: Turn round on the other.