"_I_ am to be vigilant, and see that _you_ do not mutiny, and run away with the fleet to the Highlands, one of these foggy mornings! Carry it up into Scotland, as Galleygo has it! Now, what is your opinion of that letter ?" "That all courtiers are knaves, and all princes ungrateful.

I should think my loyalty to the good _cause_, if not to the _man_, the last in England to be suspected." "Nor is it suspected, in the smallest degree.

My life on it, neither the reigning monarch, nor his confidential servants, are such arrant dunces, as to be guilty of so much weakness.

No, this masterly move is intended to secure _me_, by creating a confidence that they think no generous-minded man would betray.

It is a hook, delicately baited to catch a gudgeon, and not an order to watch a whale." "Can the scoundrels be so mean--nay, dare they be so bold! They must have known you would show me the letter." "Not they--they have reasoned on my course, as they would on their own.
Nothing catches a weak man sooner than a pretended confidence of this nature; and I dare say this blackguard rates me just high enough to fancy I may be duped in this flimsy manner.