He was somewhat gravelled for an answer to Alaric's earnest supplication, and therefore made none till the request was repeated.
'In God's name let me have this money,' repeated Alaric.

'You will then have made two thousand pounds by the transaction.' 'My dear Tudor,' said he, 'your stomach is out of order, I can see it as well as possible from the way you talk.' Here was an answer for a man to get to the most earnest appeal which he could make! Here was comfort for a wretch suffering from fear, remorse, and shame, as Alaric was suffering.

He had spoken of his feelings and his heart, but these were regions quite out of Undy Scott's cognizance.

'Take a blue pill,' said he, 'and you'll be as right as a trivet in a couple of days.' What was Alaric to say?
What could he say to a man who at such a crisis could talk to him of blue pills?
For a while he said nothing; but the form of his face changed, a darkness came over his brow which Scott had never before seen there, the colour flew from his face, his eyes sparkled, and a strange appearance of resolute defiance showed itself round his mouth.

Scott began to perceive that his medical advice would not be taken in good part.
'Scott,' said he, stopping short in his walk and taking hold of the collar of his companion's coat, not loosely by the button, but with a firm grip which Undy felt that it would be difficult to shake off--'Scott, you will find that I am not to be trifled with.