"Do you want a subscription to a new Ranter's chapel, Mr. Barraclough? Unless your errand be something of that sort, I cannot see what you have to do with it."
"I hadn't that duty on my mind, sir; but as Providence has led ye to mention the subject, I'll make it i' my way to tak ony trifle ye may have to spare; the smallest contribution will be acceptable."
With that he doffed his hat, and held it out as a begging-box, a brazen grin at the same time crossing his countenance.
"If I gave you sixpence you would drink it."
Barraclough uplifted the palms of his hands and the whites of his eyes, evincing in the gesture a mere burlesque of hypocrisy.
"You seem a fine fellow," said Moore, quite coolly and dryly; "you don't care for showing me that you are a double-dyed hypocrite, that your trade is fraud. You expect indeed to make me laugh at the cleverness with which you play your coarsely farcical part, while at the same time you think you are deceiving the men behind you."

"Do you want a subscription to a new Ranter's chapel, Mr. Barraclough?"
"I hadn't that duty on my mind, sir; but since ye mention the subject, I'll tak ony small trifle ye may have to spare."
With that he doffed his hat, and held it out as a begging-box with a brazen grin.
"If I gave you sixpence you would drink it. You seem a fine fellow," said Moore dryly; "you don't mind showing me that your trade is hypocrisy and fraud. You expect to make me laugh at your cleverness, while at the same time you think you are deceiving the men behind you."
