I wouldn't demean myself to be such.

A spy is a man as has no profession, and nothing to justify his looking into things.

Things must be looked into, Colonel; or how's a man to know where he is?
or how's a lady to know where she is?
But as for spies, except in the way of evidence, I don't think nothing of 'em." Soon after this two more passengers entered the train, and nothing more was said between Bozzle and the Colonel.
The Colonel, as soon as he reached London, went home to his lodgings, and then to his club, and did his best to enjoy himself.

On the following Monday he intended to start for Scotland.

But he could not quite enjoy himself,--because of Bozzle.