The man in black gave a slight start. [{110}]
“Amongst that family,” said I, “no doubt something may be done, but amongst the Methodist preachers I should conceive that the success would not be great.”
The man in black sat quite still.
“Especially amongst those who have wives,” I added.
The man in black stretched his hand towards his gin and water.
“However,” said I, “we shall see what the grand movement will bring about, and the results of the lessons in elocution.”
The man in black lifted the glass up to his mouth, and in doing so, let the spoon fall.
“But what has this to do with the main question?” said I: “I am waiting here to fight against the Pope.”
“Come, Hunter,” said the companion of the man in the snuff-coloured coat, “get up, and fight for the Pope.”
“I don’t care for the young fellow,” said the man in the snuff-coloured coat.