"Bless you, child! I like to see you showing a bit of a spirit. It's the good old Beresford blood. Why, the last Sir John but two shot his steward down, there where he stood, for just telling him that he racked the tenants, and he'd racked the tenants till he could get no more money off them than he could get skin off a flint."
"Well, Dixon, I won't shoot you, and I'll try not to be cross again."

I'll try not to be cross again.'
