I'm in a hurry.' 'What 's the hurry ?' 'I want to smoke and think.' 'Takes a carriage on the top of the morning to smoke and think! Hark at that!' Abrane sang out.

'Oh, come along quietly, you fellow, there's a good fellow! It concerns us all, every man Jack; we're all bound up in your fortunes.

Fellow with luck like yours can't pretend to behave independently.

Out of reason!' 'Do you give me your word you return ?' said Fleetwood.
Woodseer replied: 'Very well, I do; there, I give my word.

Hang it! now I know what they mean by "anything for a quiet life." Just a shake brings us down on that cane-bottomed chair!' 'You return to-day ?' 'To-day, yes, yes.' Fleetwood signified the captive's release; and Abrane immediately suggested: 'Pop old Chummy in beside the fellow to mount guard.' Potts was hustled and precipitated into the carriage by the pair, with whom he partook this last glimmer of their night's humorous extravagances, for he was an easy creature.