"Help you, Mr. Blake? You know I will!"
"Simon, you offered to be my friend, now nearly a year ago."
"Ay, and this 'ere is a lad as'll stick to his offer, sur, and mighty proud to do so."
"Well, then, I'm in hopes we shall succeed."
"How, yer honour?"
"By fighting Voltaire with his own weapons."
"What, waccinatin'?"
"By mesmerism and clairvoyance, Simon."
"And who's the chap as hev got to be waccinated—or mesmerized, as you call it?"
"You, if you will, Simon."