CUTLET
Bless me!
PENDULOUS Why should not I publish it to the whole world, since she, whose prejudice alone I wished to overcome, deserts me?
CUTLET
Lord have mercy upon us! not so bad as that comes to, I hope?
PENDULOUS
When she joins in the judgment of an illiberal world against me—
CUTLET You said HANGED, Sir—that is, I mean, perhaps I mistook you. How ghastly he looks!
PENDULOUS Fear me not, my friend. I am no ghost—though I heartily wish I were one.
CUTLET
Why, then, ten to one you were—
PENDULOUS Cut down. The odious word shall out, though it choak me.
CUTLET Your case must have some things in it very curious. I daresay you kept a journal of your sensations.
PENDULOUS
Sensations!