"There's no hurry.

You two can't, and I shan't, run away.

Time enough--I've the whip hand.

Tell your partner, the Mayor, all I've told you--then you can put your heads together, and see what you're inclined to do.

An annuity, now ?--that would suit me." "You haven't mentioned this to a soul ?" asked Cotherstone anxiously.
"Bah!" sneered Kitely.