"Gentlemen," returned Lawton, his dark eyes swimming with the bumpers he had finished, though his head was as impenetrable as a post; "I am not much of a nightingale, but, under the favor of your good wishes, I consent to comply with the demand."
- Uraim - felelte Lawton, akinek fekete szeme csillogott a felhajtott italoktól, bár a feje rendületlen maradt, mint a cövek -, nem vagyok valami nagy fülemüle, de a világért sem szeretném elveszíteni a jóindulatukat, tehát engedek a kérésnek.