"I was but beating my brains how to get access to this fickle boy, and here he sends to invite me." "Hem! I see the matter very clearly," said Dwining.

"Heaven smiles on some untoward consequences--he! he! he!" "No matter, the trap is ready; and it is baited, too, my friend, with what would lure the boy from a sanctuary, though a troop with drawn weapons waited him in the churchyard.

Yet is it scarce necessary.
His own weariness of himself would have done the job.

Get thy matters ready--thou goest with us.

Write to him, as I cannot, that we come instantly to attend his commands, and do it clerkly.