"Fill your glass, David, and let out the worst of it at once, before we get to the end of the bottle." I let out the best of it first--that is to say, I told him what I have related in the preceding pages.

Fritz was deeply interested: full of compassion for Jack Straw, but not in the least converted to my aunt's confidence in him.
"Jack is supremely pitiable," he remarked; "but Jack is also a smoldering volcano--and smoldering volcanos burst into eruption when the laws of nature compel them.

My only hope is in Mr.Superintendent.Surely he will not let this madman loose on us, with nobody but your aunt to hold the chain?
What did she really say, when you left Jack, and had your private talk in the reception-room?
One minute, my friend, before you begin," said Fritz, groping under the bench upon which we were seated.

"I had a second presentiment that we might want a second bottle--and here it is! Fill your glass; and let us establish ourselves in our respective positions--you to administer, and I to sustain, a severe shock to the moral sense.

I think, David, this second bottle is even more deliciously brisk than the first.