Luckily he knows nought of my lord, but thinks he has only me to deal with.

But how, in the fiend's name, came he hither ?" "Why, with Mike Lambourne, an you must know," answered Foster.
"And who is Mike Lambourne ?" demanded Varney.

"By Heaven! thou wert best set up a bush over thy door, and invite every stroller who passes by to see what thou shouldst keep secret even from the sun and air." "Ay! ay! this is a courtlike requital of my service to you, Master Richard Varney," replied Foster.

"Didst thou not charge me to seek out for thee a fellow who had a good sword and an unscrupulous conscience?
and was I not busying myself to find a fit man--for, thank Heaven, my acquaintance lies not amongst such companions--when, as Heaven would have it, this tall fellow, who is in all his dualities the very flashing knave thou didst wish, came hither to fix acquaintance upon me in the plenitude of his impudence; and I admitted his claim, thinking to do you a pleasure.

And now see what thanks I get for disgracing myself by converse with him!" "And did he," said Varney, "being such a fellow as thyself, only lacking, I suppose, thy present humour of hypocrisy, which lies as thin over thy hard, ruffianly heart as gold lacquer upon rusty iron--did he, I say, bring the saintly, sighing Tressilian in his train ?" "They came together, by Heaven!" said Foster; "and Tressilian--to speak Heaven's truth--obtained a moment's interview with our pretty moppet, while I was talking apart with Lambourne." "Improvident villain! we are both undone," said Varney.