len boors; some distinction, in short, between spilling a flask of generous wine and dashing down a cann full of base muddy ale."
"Your distinction is too nice for my comprehension," replied Morton. "God gives every spark of life—that of the peasant as well as of the prince; and those who destroy his work recklessly or causelessly, must answer in either case. What right, for example, have I to General Grahame's protection now, more than when I first met him?"
"And narrowly escaped the consequences, you would say," answered Claverhouse—"why, I will answer you frankly. Then I thought I had to do with the son of an old round-headed rebel, and the nephew of a sordid presbyterian laird; now I know your points better, and there is that about you which I respect in an enemy as much as I like in a friend. I have learned a good deal concerning you since our first meeting, and I trust that you have found
