I wrote your speech myself, and you read it from my manuscript.

There, now!" Mr.Trollop did not spring to his feet and smite his brow with his hand while a cold sweat broke out all over him and the color forsook his face -- no, he only said, "Good God!" and looked greatly astonished.
Laura handed him her commonplace-book and called his attention to the fact that the handwriting there and the handwriting of this speech were the same.

He was shortly convinced.

He laid the book aside and said, composedly: "Well, the wonderful tragedy is done, and it transpires that I am indebted to you for my late eloquence.

What of it?
What was all this for and what does it amount to after all?
What do you propose to do about it ?" "Oh nothing.