Nothing will turn up! It 's all over! I said when I came here I would give it a chance.

I have given it a chance.

Have n't I, eh?
Have n't I, Rowland?
It 's no use; the thing 's a failure! Do with me now what you please.

I recommend you to set me up there at the end of the garden and shoot me." "I feel strongly inclined," said Rowland gravely, "to go and get my revolver." "Oh, mercy on us, what language!" cried Mrs.Hudson.
"Why not ?" Roderick went on.

"This would be a lovely night for it, and I should be a lucky fellow to be buried in this garden.