"A glass of wine and a bit of bread and cheese won't do you any harm, gentlemen, if you are as hungry as I am." "If you want to eat and drink, order the victuals at once," replied one of the runners, sulkily.

"We don't happen to want anything ourselves." "Sorry for it," said the doctor.

"I have some of the best old Madeira in England." "Like enough," retorted the officer sarcastically.

"But you see we are not quite such fools as we look; and we have heard of such a thing, in our time, as hocussed wine." "O fie! fie!" exclaimed the doctor merrily.

"Remember how well I am behaving myself, and don't wound my feelings by suspecting me of such shocking treachery as that!" He moved to a corner of the room behind him, and touched a knob in the wall which I had never before observed.