If, without offence, you would--that is--ahem!--I mean,--Gramercy! I shall never say it, but I believe my father owed your father four marks, and he bade me repay them.

Here, sir!" He held out the glittering coins; the philosopher's hand closed on them as the fish's maw closes on the bait.

Adam burst into a laugh, that sounded strangely weird and unearthly upon Marmaduke's startled ear.
"All this for me!" he exclaimed.

"For me! No, no, no! for me, for IT--I take it--I take it, sir! I will pay it back with large usury.

Come to me this day year, when this world will be a new world, and Adam Warner will be--ha! ha! Kind Heaven, I thank thee!" Suddenly turning away, the philosopher strode through the hall, opened the front door, and escaped into the street.
"By'r Lady," said Marmaduke, slowly recovering his surprise, "I need not have been so much at a loss; the old gentleman takes to my gold as kindly as if it were mother's milk.