I consider the whole story as froth--foam--fudge, or whatever is most unsubstantial.

It will prove such when the papers appear, if indeed they ever will appear.

The whole is a bully from beginning to end; and I wonder at thee, Jekyl, for being so thirsty after syllabub, that you can swallow such whipt cream as that stuff amounts to.

No, no--I know my advantage, and shall use it so as to make all their hearts bleed.

As for these papers, I recollect now that my agent talked of copies of some manuscripts having been sent him, but the originals were not then forthcoming; and I'll bet the long odds that they never are--mere fabrications--if I thought otherwise, would I not tell you ?" "Certainly, I hope you would, my lord," said Jekyl; "for I see no chance of my being useful to you, unless I have the honour to enjoy your confidence." "You do--you do, my friend," said Etherington, shaking him by the hand; "and since I must consider your present negotiation as failed, I must devise some other mode of settling with this mad and troublesome fellow." "No violence, my lord," said Jekyl, once more, and with much emphasis.
"None--none--none, by Heaven!--Why, thou suspicious wretch, must I swear, to quell your scruples ?--On the contrary, it shall not be my fault, if we are not on decent terms." "It would be infinitely to the advantage of both your characters if you could bring that to pass," answered Jekyl; "and if you are serious in wishing it, I will endeavour to prepare Tyrrel.