Sit down.

Will you have a glass of wine ?' 'Yes, I will,' said the man; 'and I don't deceive you, Governors.' It was given him.

Making a stiff arm to the elbow, he poured the wine into his mouth, tilted it into his right cheek, as saying, 'What do you think of it ?' tilted it into his left cheek, as saying, 'What do YOU think of it ?' jerked it into his stomach, as saying, 'What do YOU think of it ?' To conclude, smacked his lips, as if all three replied, 'We think well of it.' 'Will you have another ?' 'Yes, I will,' he repeated, 'and I don't deceive you, Governors.' And also repeated the other proceedings.
'Now,' began Lightwood, 'what's your name ?' 'Why, there you're rather fast, Lawyer Lightwood,' he replied, in a remonstrant manner.

'Don't you see, Lawyer Lightwood?
There you're a little bit fast.

I'm going to earn from five to ten thousand pound by the sweat of my brow; and as a poor man doing justice to the sweat of my brow, is it likely I can afford to part with so much as my name without its being took down ?' Deferring to the man's sense of the binding powers of pen and ink and paper, Lightwood nodded acceptance of Eugene's nodded proposal to take those spells in hand.