By the Queen of Paphos! another wink.
Nay, if you doubt me, watch her well yourself.

A pleasant adventure this--ha!--ha!" "A truce to this drunken foolery," cried Richard, moving away.
"Drunken! s'death! recall that epithet, Dick," cried Nicholas, angrily.
"I am no more drunk than yourself, you dog.

I can walk as steadily, and see as plainly, as you; and I will maintain it at the point of the sword, that the eyes of that picture have lovingly regarded me; nay, that they follow me now." "A common delusion with a portrait," said Richard; "they appear to follow _me_." "But they do not wink at you as they do at me," said Nicholas, "neither do the lips break into smiles, and display the pearly teeth beneath them, as occurs in my case.

Grim old abbots frown on you, but fair, though frail, votaresses smile on me.

I am the favoured mortal, Dick." "Were it as you represent, Nicholas," replied Richard, gravely, "I should say, indeed, that some evil principle was at work to lure you through your passions to perdition.