Then bringing the Spaniard's rushlight from the three or four that stood on the dresser, she lighted it and held it out to him.
"Set it down!" he said, with tipsy insolence.

He was not quite sober.
"Set it down! I am not going to--hic!--risk my salvation! Avaunt, Satan! It is possible to palm the evil one, like a card I am told, and--hic!--soul out, devil in, all lost as easy as candle goes out!" He had taken his candle with an unsteady hand, and unconsciously had blown it out himself.

She restrained Claude by a look, and patiently taking the rushlight from Grio, she re-lit it and set it on the table for him to take.
"As a candle goes out!" he repeated, eyeing it with drunken wisdom.
"Candle out, devil in, soul lost, there you have it in three words--clever as any of your long-winded preachers! But I want my things.

I am going before it is too late.

Advise you to go too, young man," he hiccoughed, "before you are overlooked.