I'm going to find out all the particulars without seeming to want to know one of them.

Yours is a very good-looking face, William, but it's so infernally honest that I can't trust it in the tap-room.

I'm making friends with the Scotchmen already.

They know my opinion of Arthur's Seat; they _see_ what I think of whisky; and I rather think it won't be long before they hear that my mother's maiden name was Macleod." With those words he slipped out of the room, and left me, as he had found me, in the dark.
I was far too much agitated by what I had heard to think of going to sleep again, so I struck a light, and tried to amuse myself as well as I could with an old newspaper that had been stuffed into my carpet bag.
It was then nearly ten o'clock.

Two hours later, when the house shut up, Mr.Dark came back to me again in high spirits.
"I have got the whole case here," says he, tapping his forehead--"the whole case, as neat and clean as if it was drawn in a brief.