"I think—well, I think bailiffs have improved in their manners, and show you they are determined to belong to the social march in an age of universal progress. Nothing can be more comforting."
"But, suppose this fellow comes across me?"
"Don't know him."
"Suppose he insists on knowing me?"
"Don't know yourself."
"Yes; but hang it! if he catches hold of me?"
"Shake him off."
"Suppose he won't let go?"
"Cut him with your horsewhip."
"You think it's about a debt, then?"