The room was soon full of people.

The dead man was still warm--'twas well for us.

So they raised him up; and one was for trying one thing, and another; and my lord was sitting stupid-like all this time by the wall; and up he gets, and says he, "I hope he's not dead, but if he be, upon my honour, 'tis an accident--no more.

I call Heaven to witness, and the persons who are now present; and pledge my sacred honour, as a peer, I meant no more than a blow or two." "You hear, gentlemen, what my lord says, he meant only a blow or two, and not to take his life," cries Mr.Archer.
'So my lord repeats it again, cursing and swearing, like St.Peter in the judgment hall.
'So, as nobody was meddling with my lord, out he goes, intending, I suppose, to get away altogether, if he could.

But Mr.Underwood missed him, and he says, "Gentlemen, where's my Lord Dunoran?
we must not suffer him to depart;" and he followed him--two or three others going along with him, and they met him with his hat and cloak on, in the lobby, and he says, stepping between him and the stairs,-- '"My lord, you must not go, until we see how this matter ends." '"Twill end well enough," says he, and without more ado he walks back again.
'So you know the rest--_how_ that business ended, at least for him.' 'And you are that very Zekiel Irons who was a witness on the trial ?' said Mervyn, with a peculiar look of fear and loathing fixed on him.
'The same,' said Irons, doggedly; and after a pause, 'but I swore to very little; and all I said was true--though it wasn't the whole truth.
Look to the trial, Sir, and you'll see 'twas Mr.Archer and Glascock that swore home against my lord--not I.And I don't think myself, Glascock was in the room at all when it happened--so I don't.' 'And where _is_ that wretch, Glascock, and that double murderer Archer; where is _he ?_' 'Well, Glascock's making clay.' 'What do you mean ?' 'Under ground, this many a day.