‘But that Blodget is really a most terrible fellow,’ said Kay.
‘Every stratagem, every scheme of rascality, I do believe, that that rascal of rascals is up to.’
‘Positively every scheme,’ said Maretzo, ‘but this is a dry subject, and I must have another glass of wine.’
‘I feel to want one myself, too,’ observed Kay, filling his glass from the decanter: ‘Well, here’s wishing that Blodget may soon be here.’
‘And Inez restored to her lover and friends,’ exclaimed Maretzo.
‘Quite safe.’
‘Quite safe,’ repeated Kay.
‘And yet I am afraid there is not much chance of that.’
‘Nor I.’
‘Leave that consummate scoundrel, Blodget, alone for that.’