He had more confidence in him, he said, because he would not dare to kill him.

He would take no medicine, nor would he see a soul, and Mike Kis was the only person who had admittance to his room.

But he could not possibly last longer than early to-morrow morning, of that they were all quite certain.
Abellino regarded the appearance of the agents and stewards as of very good augury: it showed that they already regarded him as their master, to whom homage was justly due.

On the following day a whole host of managers, cashiers, scribes, shepherds, tenants, and other small fry, arrived to recommend themselves to Abellino's favour.

The moments of their old master, they said, were most assuredly numbered.