"Confound your impudence! what do you suppose the beasts in the Tower would do, if I was converted? Why, that 'ere tiger, we have had lately, would eat his own tail, to think as I had turned out such an ass. Come, I can't waste any more of my precious time; and if you don't get down on your knees directly, we'll see what we can do."
"I must," said Mr. Lupin, "I must, I suppose;" and down he flopped on his knees.
"Very good; now repeat after me.—I am a wolf that stole sheeps' clothing."
"Yes; 'I am a wolf that stole sheeps' clothing'—the Lord forgive me."
"Perhaps he may, and perhaps he mayn't. Now go on—all that's wirtuous is my loathing."
"Oh dear, yes—'all that's wirtuous is my loathing.'"
"Mr. Oakley, I have offended."
"Yes; I am a miserable sinner, Mr. Oakley, I have offended."
"And asks his pardon, on my bended—"
"Oh dear, yes—I asks his pardon on my bended—The Lord have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!"