Then think how pleasant a pipe is, Sir Risdon; I've got a bit o' lovely tobacco at my place, and a length or two of French silk." "Master Shackle! Master Shackle!" cried the tall thin baronet piteously, "how can you tempt a poor suffering gentleman like this ?" "Because I want to do you a bit of good, Sir Risdon, and myself too.

I tell you it's safe enough.

You've only to leave your side door open, and go to bed; that's all." "But I shall be as guilty as you." "Guilty ?" the man laughed.

"I never could see a bit o' harm in doing what I do.

Never feel shamed to look my boy Ramillies in the face.