for my commission!" "This sounds like a different yarn to the one you told on the stairs this afternoon," said Will.

"See Monty and tell it to him." "It is for you to tell Lord Montdidier.

He runs away from me!" "I refuse to tell him a word!" said Will, with a laugh like that of a boy about to plunge into a swimming pool--sort of "Here goes!" "You are extremely ill advised!" "Do your worst! Monty'll be hunting for us two in about a minute.
We're prisoners, are we?
Suit yourself!" "You are prisoners while I choose! You could be killed in this room, removed in sacks, thrown to the sharks in the roadstead, and nobody the wiser! But I have no intention of killing you.

As it happens, that would not suit my purpose!" We both glanced behind us involuntarily.

It may be that we both heard a footstep, but it is always difficult to say certainly after the event.