"You wouldn't if you had folks like mine," said Stephen. "They don't care a pinch of snuff for me."
"Strange, when you are so attractive—have such taking ways," said Luke, ironically.
"Don't talk that way, Luke Denton, for I don't like it," returned Stephen, sullenly.
"You must let me have my little joke, Stephen. What would the world be without innocent mirth and friendly banter? So you like my plan?"
"Yes; but can you do it? Can you play the Quaker?"
"Dost thee doubt it?"
Stephen went off into a fit of laughter, though there didn't seem much to laugh at.
"Don't be frivolous. Restrain thy mirth, and fix thy mind on serious things," continued Luke, in a tone which he thought befitting the words.
Again Stephen betrayed symptoms of suffocation.
He went out with Denton, and assisted in dressing him in the costume which he hired for the successful personation of a quiet Friend.