That's a sort of nonsense that I have no use for." "Very well; my word of dishonor," responded the man, desperately.
"Now you talk.

There's no use in such a man as you putting on airs, and forgetting that he wears my clothes and fills himself at my table." "I do not forget it, sir, and I see that I am not likely to." "Not while you do business with me; and now, sit down and hear me.

The first thing you are to do is to ascertain whether Paul Benedict is dead.
It isn't necessary that you should know my reasons.

You are to search every insane hospital, public and private, in the city, and every alms-house.

Put on your big airs and play philanthropist.