“Yes, but I don't see—”
“You will see. Drink a glass of wine with me, my good friend; your health.”
“Same to you, sir.”
“Is it to your mind?”
“Elixir! This is the stuff that sharpens a chap's wit and puts courage in his heart.”
“I brought it for that. You and I have no chicken's play on hand. Another glass.”
“Success to your scheme, sir.”
“Crawley, George Fielding must not come back this year with one thousand pounds.”
“No, he must not—thank you, sir, your health. Mustn't, he shan't; but how on earth can you prevent him?”
“That paper will prevent him; it is a paper of instructions. My very brains lie in that paper—put it in your pocket.”