"Gregory, what a casuist you might have been had not nature made you a villain! You are as full of "what if s" as an egg of meat.

Well what if some day he should return?
I fling your question back--what if ?" "God only knows." "Then leave it to Him," was the flippant answer; and Joseph drained his glass.
"Nay, brother, 'twere too great a risk.

I must and I will know whether Kenneth were slain or not.

If he is a prisoner, then we must exert ourselves to win his freedom." "Plague take it," Joseph burst out.

"Why all this ado?
Why did you ever loose that graceless whelp from his Scottish moor ?" Gregory sighed with an air of resigned patience.
"I have more reasons than one," he answered slowly.