But I hear now from Lord Orland that there are many bad reports of him.
He was the chief witness against that rogue, Lord Dunoran, who swallowed poison in Newgate, and, they say, leaned hard against him, although he won much money of him, and swore with a blood-thirsty intention.

But that is neither here nor there; I mean ill reports of his rogueries at play, and other doings, which, had I sooner known, my name had not bin to the paper.

So do not make a noise about it, and maybe none will ask for't.

As for Jack Jekyl, why not take the shortest way with him.

You're very pitiful fellows; but I wish o' my conscience you'd take some pity o' me, and not suffer me to be bubbled,' &c., &c.
There was only a sentence or two more, referring in the same strain to other matters of business, of which, in the way of litigation, he seemed to have no lack, and the letter ended.
'I'll go direct to London and see these people, and thence to Florence.
Gaetano Meloni--he may be living--who knows?
He will remember the priest who confessed him.