“Of course it was. Why?”
“Faustus was some poor devil hard up, and the other was not a devil at all, but a confounded money-lender. It was a bill Faustus accepted, not a contract.”
“I daresay you are right, Glyddyr. Have a drop of brandy? Eh? No? Well, there’s nothing like a chasse with a good breakfast, and this is really prime.”
“Well, I’ll grin and bear it till I’m free,” said Glyddyr. “You want to know how I am getting on. You need not stay.”
“But I want a change, and I can help you, perhaps.”
“You’ll queer the whole affair if you stay here. Once it is so much as suspected that I am not as well off as I was—”
“That you are an utter beggar—I mean a rum beggar.”
“Do you want me to wring your neck?”
“The neck of the goose that lays the golden eggs? No. They don’t kill geese that way.”
”—The whole affair will be off.”