'_But_, you know, Charles is not a fellow to be trifled with--hey?
and we must not mention his name--you understand--or hint where he lives, or anything about him, in short.' 'That's plain,' answered Sturk.
'You're going into town, Mrs.Sturk tells me, in Mrs.Strafford's carriage.

Well, when you return this evening, put down in writing what you think Charles can do for you, and I'll take care he considers it.' 'I thank you, Sir,' said Sturk, solemnly.
'And hark ye, you'd better go about your business in town--do you see--just as usual; 'twill excite enquiry if you don't; so you must in this and other things proceed exactly as I direct you,' said Dangerfield.
'Exactly, Sir, depend on't,' answered Sturk.
'Good-day,' said Dangerfield.
'Adieu,' said the doctor; and they shook hands, gravely.
On the lobby Dangerfield encountered Mrs.Sturk, and had a few pleasant words with her, patting the bull-heads of the children, and went down stairs smiling and nodding; and Mrs.Sturk popped quietly into the study, and found her husband leaning on the chimney piece, and swabbing his face with his handkerchief--strangely pale--and looking, as the good lady afterwards said, for all the world as if he had seen a ghost..