I am sure, if you were to go there, you would cut and come again--one shoulder of mutton drives down another.
"I beg you to accept my repeated excuses, and remain, "Dear Sir, "Your very obedient servant, "Thomas Thornton.
"Rue St.Dominique, "Friday Morning." This letter produced in me many and manifold cogitations.

What could possibly have induced Mr.Tom Thornton, rogue as he was, to postpone thus of his own accord, the plucking of a pigeon, which he had such good reason to believe he had entrapped?
There was evidently no longer the same avidity to cultivate my acquaintance as before; in putting off our appointment with so little ceremony, he did not even fix a day for another.

What had altered his original designs towards me?
for if Vincent's account was true, it was natural to suppose that he wished to profit by any acquaintance he might form with me, and therefore such an acquaintance his own interests would induce him to continue and confirm.
Either, then, he no longer had the same necessity for a dupe, or he no longer imagined I should become one.

Yet neither of these suppositions was probable.

It was not likely that he should grow suddenly honest, or suddenly rich: nor had I, on the other hand, given him any reason to suppose I was a jot more wary than any other individual he might have imposed upon.