Don't you think there's a good chance yet,--don't you?
Say you do.

Say you do, young man,' whined the miserable creature, with an imploring gesture towards Barnaby, 'or I shall go mad!' 'Better be mad than sane, here,' said Hugh.

'GO mad.' 'But tell me what you think.

Somebody tell me what he thinks!' cried the wretched object,--so mean, and wretched, and despicable, that even Pity's self might have turned away, at sight of such a being in the likeness of a man--'isn't there a chance for me,--isn't there a good chance for me?
Isn't it likely they may be doing this to frighten me?
Don't you think it is?
Oh!' he almost shrieked, as he wrung his hands, 'won't anybody give me comfort!' 'You ought to be the best, instead of the worst,' said Hugh, stopping before him.

'Ha, ha, ha! See the hangman, when it comes home to him!' 'You don't know what it is,' cried Dennis, actually writhing as he spoke: 'I do.