For the first time since I had known my traveling companion, he became depressed in spirits on hearing that nothing more was to be done, and, although he left the Hall with a handsome present, he left it discontentedly.
"Such a pretty case, William," says he, quite sorrowfully, as we shook hands--"such an uncommonly pretty case--it's a thousand pities to stop it, in this way, before it's half over!" "You don't know what a proud lady and what a delicate lady my mistress is," I answered.

"She would die rather than expose her forlorn situation in a public court for the sake of punishing her husband." "Bless your simple heart!" says Mr.Dark, "do you really think, now, that such a case as this can be hushed up ?" "Why not," I asked, "if we all keep the secret ?" "That for the secret!" cries Mr.Dark, snapping his fingers.

"Your master will let the cat out of the bag, if nobody else does." "My master!" I repeated, in amazement.
"Yes, your master!" says Mr.Dark.

"I have had some experience in my time, and I say you have not seen the last of him yet.

Mark my words, William, Mr.James Smith will come back." With that prophecy, Mr.Dark fretfully treated himself to a last pinch of snuff, and departed in dudgeon on his journey back to his master in London.