in anything. BRODIE. An Englishman, too! Badger, behold a
countryman. What are you, and what part of southern Scotland do
you come from?

HUNT. Well, your honour, to tell you the honest truth -

[BRODIE (BOWING). Your obleeged!]

HUNT. I knows a gentleman when I sees him, your honour [and, to
tell your honour the truth -

BRODIE. JE VOUS BAISE LES MAINS! (BOWING.)]

HUNT. A gentleman as is a gentleman, your honour [is always a
gentleman, and to tell you the honest truth] -

BRODIE. Great heavens! answer in three words, and be hanged to
you! What are you, and where are you from?

HUNT. A patter-cove from Seven Dials.

BRODIE. Is it possible? All my life long have I been pining to
meet with a patter-cove from Seven Dials! Embrace me, at a
distance. [A patter-cove from Seven Dials!] Go, fill yourself
as drunk as you dare, at my expense. Anything he likes, Mrs.
Clarke. He's a patter-cove from Seven Dials. Hillo! what's all
this?

AINSLIE. Dod, I'm for nae mair! (AT BACK, AND RISING.)