"'Good Lord save him!' I thought, looking at Lemon whose eyes was almost starting out of his head. 'He's going mad, he's going mad!'
"'As to making our fortunes,' Devlin went on, 'why not? It shall be so.'
"'It shall, it shall!' cried Lemon.
"'We'll make hunderds, thousands,' said Devlin.
"'We will, we will!' cried Lemon. 'Fanny shall ride in her own kerridge.'
"'Fanny shall,' said Devlin.
"'The Lord forbid,' I thought, 'that I should ever ride in a kerridge bought at sech a price!'
"I thought more free now that Devlin's hands was not in my hair; he didn't seem to be able to read what I was thinking of so long as we was apart.
"'I bind myself to you,' said Devlin to my poor dear Lemon, 'and you bind yourself to me. The bargain's made. Your hand upon it.'
"Lemon gave him his hand, and whether it was fancy or not, it seemed to me that Devlin grew and grew till he almost touched the ceiling; and that, while he was bending over Lemon and looking down on him, like one of them vampires you've read of, sir. Lemon kep growing smaller and smaller till he was no better than a bag of bones.