Is _that_ forgery, Mr.
Muddlehead Moody?
I'll tell you what--if I had lived to be your age, and knew no more of the world than you do, I'd go and hang myself.

Steady! here's our charming friend with the milk.

Remember your instructions, and don't lose heart if my notion of the payment to the bankers comes to nothing.

I know what to do next, in that case--and, what's more, I'll take all the risk and trouble on my own shoulders.

Oh, Lord! I'm afraid I shall be obliged to drink the milk, now it's come!" With this apprehension in his mind, he advanced to relieve Isabel of the jug that she carried.
"Here's a treat!" he burst out, with an affectation of joy, which was completely belied by the expression of his dirty face.