Yes, yes, 'tis true, I almost wish he had shot me.' 'Mind, Sir, you're on honour,' said the clerk, in his old tone, as he glided slowly back, his right hand in his coat pocket, and his eye with a quiet suspicion fixed upon Mervyn, and watching his movements.
'I don't know what or who you are, but if ever you knew what human feeling is--I say, if you are anything at all capable of compassion, you will kill me at a blow rather than trifle any longer with the terrible hope that has been my torture--I believe my insanity, all my life.' 'Well, Sir,' said Irons, mildly, and with that serene suspicion of a smile on his face, 'if you wish to talk to me you must take me different; for, to say truth, I was nearer killing you that time than you were aware, and all the time I mean you no harm! and yet, if I thought you were going to say to anybody living, Zekiel Irons, the clerk, was here on Tuesday night, I believe I'd shoot you now.' 'You wish your visit secret?
well, you have my honour, no one living shall hear of it,' said Mervyn.

'Go on.' 'I've little to say, your honour; but, first, do you think your servants heard the noise just now ?' 'The old woman's deaf, and her daughter dare not stir after night-fall.
You need fear no interruption.' 'Ay, I know; the house is haunted, they say, but dead men tell no tales.
'Tis the living I fear, I thought it would be darker--the clouds broke up strangely; 'tis as much as my life's worth to me to be seen near this Tyled House; and never you speak to me nor seem to know me when you chance to meet me, do you mind, Sir?
I'm bad enough myself, but there's some that's worse.' 'Tis agreed, there shall be no recognition,' answered Mervyn.
'There's them watching me that can see in the clouds, or the running waters, what you're thinking of a mile away, that can move as soft as ghosts, and can gripe as hard as hell, when need is.

So be patient for a bit--I gave you the message--I tell you 'tis true; and as to my proving it at present, I can, you see, and I can't; but the hour is coming, only be patient, and swear, Sir, upon your soul and honour, that you won't let me come to perdition by reason of speaking the truth.' 'On my soul and honour, I mean it,' answered Mervyn.

'Go on.' 'Nor ever tell, high or low, rich or poor, man, woman, or child, that I came here; because--no matter.' 'That I promise, too; for Heaven's sake go on.' 'If you please, Sir, no, not a word more till the time comes,' answered Irons; 'I'll go as I came.' And he shoved up the window-sash and got out lightly upon the grass, and glided away among the gigantic old fruit-trees, and was lost before a minute.
Perhaps he came intending more.

He had seemed for a while to have made up his mind, Mervyn thought, to a full disclosure, and then he hesitated, and, on second thoughts, drew back.