他越是大声谈他的名誉，我们越发赶快数数我们的调羹。 The louder he talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons.
许多人，已经是口里带着银调羹生下来的了，还坚持要餐吃东西。 Lost of people insist on eating with a knife who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
假如他真的认为罪恶与德行这间并无区别的话，当他离开我我们家的时候，就数一数调羹吧。 If the does really think that there is no distinction between vice and virtue, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons.
