But I have none at all in Fidus Neverbend.

What! have faith in a man merely because he tells me to have it! His method of obtaining it is far too easy.' 'I trust neither his wit nor his judgement; but I don't believe him to be a thief.' 'Thief! I said nothing of thieves.

He may, for aught I know, be just as good as the rest of the world; all I say is, that I believe him to be no better.

But come, we must go back to the inn; there is an ally of mine coming to me; a perfect specimen of a sharp Cornish mining stockjobber--as vulgar a fellow as you ever met, and as shrewd.

He won't stay very long, so you need not be afraid of him.' Alaric began to feel uneasy, and to think that there might by possibility be something in what Neverbend had said to him.