You toss me a key from the walls.

If there is room, and I have leisure, I enter.

If not, you know I am paving your way in other quarters.

Riversley, my boy, is an excellent foothold and fortress: Riversley is not the world.

At Riversley I should have to wear a double face, and, egad! a double stomach-bag, like young Jack feeding with the giant--one full of ambition, the other of provender.