The artful secretary laughed outright.
'Some liquor here! Be quick, or he'll not stop, even for that.

He is a man of such desperate ardour!' said the smooth secretary, whom Mr Dennis corroborated with sundry nods and muttered oaths--'Once roused, he is a fellow of such fierce determination!' Hugh poised his sturdy arm aloft, and clapping Barnaby on the back, bade him fear nothing.

They shook hands together--poor Barnaby evidently possessed with the idea that he was among the most virtuous and disinterested heroes in the world--and Gashford laughed again.
'I hear,' he said smoothly, as he stood among them with a great measure of liquor in his hand, and filled their glasses as quickly and as often as they chose, 'I hear--but I cannot say whether it be true or false--that the men who are loitering in the streets to-night are half disposed to pull down a Romish chapel or two, and that they only want leaders.

I even heard mention of those in Duke Street, Lincoln's Inn Fields, and in Warwick Street, Golden Square; but common report, you know--You are not going ?' -- 'To do nothing, master, eh ?' cried Hugh.

'No jails and halter for Barnaby and me.