“Five hundred pounds each as a start,” said Jacob Gray, with the most unblushing effrontery.
“Enormous!” cried Learmont.
“As you please, sir. Our conference then is over.”
“Britton, answer me one question,” said the squire.
“A dozen, if you please,” replied the smith.
“Have you been through that doorway, since—”
“I have, Squire Learmont.”
“And in what state—”
“Can you venture to look for yourself?” said the smith, with a sneer.
Learmont hesitated, and then said, “I can. Give me a light.”