"The lying knaves! Don't they say one's well when one's ill--ill when one's well?--profess to know what don't know?--thrust solemn phizzes into every abomination, as if larning lay hid in a--? and all for their neighbours' money, or their own reputation, which makes money--augh! In short, Sir--look where will, impossible to see so much cheating allowed, praised, encouraged, and feel very angry with a cheat who has only made a mistake. But when I sees a man butter his bread carefully--knife steady-- butter thick, and hungry fellows looking on and licking chops--mothers stopping their brats--'See, child--respectable man--how thick his bread's buttered!--pull off your hat to him:'--When I sees that, my heart warms: there's the true man of the world--augh!" "Well, Bunting," said Walter, laughing, "though you are thus lenient to those unfortunate gentlemen whom others call rogues, and thus laudatory of gentlemen who are at best discreetly selfish, I suppose you admit the possibility of virtue, and your heart warms as much when you see a man of worth as when you see a man of the world?" "Why, you knows, your honour," answered the Corporal, "so far as vartue's concerned, there's a deal in constitution; but as for knowledge of the world, one gets it oneself!" "I don't wonder, Bunting--as your opinion of women is much the same as your opinion of men--that you are still unmarried." "Augh! but your honour mistakes!--I am no mice-and-trope. Men are neither one thing nor t'other--neither good nor bad. A prudent parson has nothing to fear from 'em--nor a foolish one any thing to gain--baugh! As to the women creturs, your honour, as I said, vartue's a deal in the constitution. Would not ask what a lassie's mind be--nor what her eddycation;--but see what her habits be, that's all--habits and constitution all one--play into one another's hands." "And what sort of signs, Bunting, would you mostly esteem in a lady?"