Horace. Look here. If you’ll guarantee him—and with your inside knowledge of things generally—I might hunt him up to-morrow and set him going.
Messenger. You will?
Horace. Yes. Of course, you do guarantee him?
Messenger. For whose benefit would you do this?
Horace. I should expect to come in, of course—
Messenger. Hypocrite! Beyond belief hypocrite! You train your dogs with hunger and a whip. It seems I must try that system upon you. Get up!
Horace. What are you going to do now?
Messenger. You must come with me.
Horace. Not out into the snow?