What a good job it would be if that cursed forged-bill business could disappear from the face of the earth.

The bill ought to be withdrawn.

But that was impossible because it was already in the magistrate's hands, and therefore could not be ignored.

And then the oath required of him.
Either he must confess that he was personally interested in the matter and then he would not be required to swear but would at the same time make himself an object of suspicion, or else he must go on paying this infernal toll money in order to be able to cross the non-juratory bridge, so to speak.

It was an absolutely desperating syllogism, and after tossing about sleeplessly all night in the midst of this vicious circle, Mr.John resolved in the morning to set off at once for the vineyards of Promontor,[41] tell his servants that he meant to remain there and enjoy himself, and immediately afterwards get into a post-chaise and drive to his Sarfeneki property.