Go out and tell Winthrop not to go to Cox's, but wait for me.

And tell 'em to get my horse saddled.

And stop: look out and get that hack o' Dunsey's sold, and hand me the money, will you?
He'll keep no more hacks at my expense.

And if you know where he's sneaking--I daresay you do--you may tell him to spare himself the journey o' coming back home.

Let him turn ostler, and keep himself.
He shan't hang on me any more." "I don't know where he is, sir; and if I did, it isn't my place to tell him to keep away," said Godfrey, moving towards the door.
"Confound it, sir, don't stay arguing, but go and order my horse," said the Squire, taking up a pipe.
Godfrey left the room, hardly knowing whether he were more relieved by the sense that the interview was ended without having made any change in his position, or more uneasy that he had entangled himself still further in prevarication and deceit.