brutus (following Crawley's eye uneasily). “What is the matter?”
Crawley. “Lo-o-o-k th-e-r-e! No! on your right. Oh, his tail is in the fire!”
brutus. “Whose tail? don't be a fool!”
Crawley. “And it doesn't burn!! Oh, it burns blacker in the fire!—Ah, ah! now the eyes have caught fire—diamonds full of hell. They blast! Ah, now the teeth have caught light—red-hot nails. The mouth is as big as the table, gaping wider, wider, wider. Ah! ah! ah!”
brutus. “—— him; I won't stay in the room with such a fellow, he makes my blood run cold. Has he cut his father's throat in a church, or what?”
Crawley (shrieking). “Oh, don't go; oh, my dear friends, don't leave me alone with IT. My dear friends, you sit down right upon it—that sends it away.” And Crawley hid his face, and pointed wildly to whereabouts they were to sit upon the phantom.
brutus. “Come, it is gone now; was forced nearly to squash it first, though, haw! haw! haw!”
Crawley. “Yes, it is gone. Thank Heaven—I'll give up drinking.”
brutus. “So now fork out the blunt for the turps.”
Crawley. “No! I will give no money toward murder—robbery is bad enough. Where shall we go to?” And he rose and went out, muttering something about “a little brandy.”