"My good friend, you must know Sir Francis Varney is here or he isn't."
"Agreed, agreed."
"Well, if he isn't here it's no use troubling our heads any more about him; but, otherwise, it's quite another thing, and, upon the whole, I must say, that I rather think he is."
All looked at him, for it was evident he was big with some suggestion. After a pause, he resumed,—
"Now, my good friends, I propose that we all appear to give it up, and to go away; but that some one of us shall remain and hide among the ruins for some time, to watch, in case the vampyre makes his appearance from some hole or corner that we haven't found out."
"Oh, capital!" said everybody.
"Then you all agree to that?"
"Yes, yes."
"Very good; that's the only way to nick him. Now, we'll pretend to give it up; let's all of us talk loud about going home."
They did all talk loud about going home; they swore that it was not worth the trouble of catching him, that they gave it up as a bad job; that he might go to the deuce in any way he liked, for all they cared; and then they all walked off in a body, when, the man who had made the suggestion, suddenly cried,—