Mr. Wogan very gently tapped 1--2, 3, 4, 5, 6--7 on the table.
'I know many things,' he said. 'But, George, what do you know?'
'I know you should be aboard, Nick, and down to the waterside you step from this house.'
'I am already promised,' said Mr. Wogan with an air of fashion. 'I sup with Lady Oxford.'
'You are mad.'
'Nay, you are mad. I know many things. When you were carried hither in your chair, you knew nothing. George, what did the Bishop tell you? Why was he wroth with you? In brief, George, what do you know?'
'The Bishop angry with me! Nick, you know too much. You are the devil.'
'I want to know a great deal more. Come, unpack, and then it is my turn. But first step into Mr. Wesley's bedchamber and wash these hands, which go very ill with silver shoulder-knots; and pour the blackened water out of window. Any man or messenger could see that you have been burning a mort of papers.'
Mr. Kelly hastily adopted Mr. Wogan's precautions. When he entered the room again the conspirator had vanished, the clerical beau remained.
'Now,' said Wogan, 'you are fit to carry out your worldly design of pleasure, and I shall not be ashamed to sup in your company at Lady Oxford's.'