So, Mr.
Irons, you must not show the white feather.

Be bold--speak out what you know--now's the time to strike.

I'll put your evidence, as you reported it to me, into shape, and you come to me to-morrow morning at eight o'clock; and mind you, I'll reward you this time, and better than ever you've fared before.

Go on.

Or stay--I'll go before.' And Mr.Dangerfield laughed one of his chilly laughs--and, with a nod to Irons, repeated--'eight o'clock'-- and so walked on a little bit.
The clerk had not said a word.