Better give it up, Count.

Better not come toiling up here any more.

It's not good for your health.

Why, man, ye're as white as a ghost this minute." He was indeed, having perceived at last the insult intended.

To be denied the house at such a time was to checkmate his designs, to set a term upon his crafty and subtle espionage, precisely in the season when he hoped to reap its harvest.