college education. Business is business. That's wot's the
matter with me.

BRODIE. Ay, so we said when you lost that fight with Newcastle
Jemmy, and sent us all home poor men. That was a nick above YOU.

MOORE. Newcastle Jemmy! Muck: that's my opinion of him: muck.
I'll mop the floor up with him any day, if so be as you or any on
'em 'll make it worth my while. If not, muck! That's my motto.
Wot I now ses is, about that 'ere crib at Leslie's, wos I right,
I ses? or wos I wrong? That's wot's the matter with you.

BRODIE. You are both right and wrong. You dared me to do it. I
was drunk; I was upon my mettle; and I as good as did it. More
than that, black-guardly as it was, I enjoyed the doing. He is
my friend. He had dined with me that day, and I felt like a man
in a story. I climbed his wall, I crawled along his pantry roof,
I mounted his window-sill. That one turn of my wrist - you know
it I - and the casement was open. It was as dark as the pit, and
I thought I'd won my wager, when, phewt! down went something
inside, and down went somebody with it. I made one leap, and was
off like a rocket. It was my poor friend in person; and if he'd
caught and passed me on to the watchman under the window, I
should have felt no viler rogue than I feel just now.

MOORE. I s'pose he knows you pretty well by this time?

BRODIE. 'Tis the worst of friendship. Here, Kirsty, fill these
glasses. Moore, here's better luck - and a more honourable
plant! - next time.