"You're in the wrong box there, Finn. Now I'll tell you what we'll do,—on behalf of what I call real purity. We'll delay the publication if you'll undertake that the lady shall go back to her husband."
"The lady is not in my hands."
"She's under your influence. You were with her over at Dresden not much more than a month ago. She'd go sharp enough if you told her."
"You never made a greater mistake in your life."
"Say that you'll try."
"I certainly will not do so."
"Then it goes in to-morrow," said Mr. Quintus Slide, stretching out his hand and taking back the slip.
"What on earth is your object?"
"Morals! Morals! We shall be able to say that we've done our best to promote domestic virtue and secure forgiveness for an erring wife. You've no notion, Finn, in your mind of what will soon be the hextent of the duties, privileges, and hinfluences of the daily press;—the daily morning press, that is; for I look on those little evening scraps as just so much paper and ink wasted. You won't interfere, then?"
"Yes, I will;—if you'll give me time. Where is Mr. Kennedy?"