We'll see what sort of a hand they are at making a bowl of bishop.' 'Not for me, Scott.' 'Yes, for you, man; surely you are not tied to that fellow's apron-strings,' he said, removing himself from the close contiguity of Mr.Manylodes, and speaking under his voice; 'take my advice; if you once let that man think you fear him, you'll never get the better of him.' Alaric allowed himself to be persuaded and stayed.
'I have just ten words of business to say to this fellow,' continued Scott, 'and then we will be alone.' It was a lovely autumn evening, early in September, and Alaric sat himself at an open window, looking out from the back of the hotel on to the Brentor, with its singular parish church, built on its highest apex, while Undy held deep council with his friend of the mines.

But from time to time, some word of moment found its way to Alaric's ears, and made him also unconsciously fix his mind on the _irritamenta malorum_, which are dug from the bowels of the earth in those western regions.
'Minting money, sir; it's just minting money.

There's been no chance like it in my days.

L4 12s.6d.paid up; and they'll be at L25 in Truro before sun sets on Saturday, Lord love you, Mr.
Scott, now's your time.

If, as I hear, they--' and then there was a very low whisper, and Alaric, who could not keep his eye altogether from Mr.Manylodes' countenance, saw plainly that that worthy gentleman was talking of himself; and in spite of his better instincts, a desire came over him to know more of what they were discussing, and he could not keep from thinking that shares bought at L4 12s.6d., and realizing L25, must be very nice property.
'Well, I'll manage it,' said Scott, still in a sort of whisper, but audibly enough for Alaric to hear.