'But I interrupt your explanation.' 'Murder!' proceeded Mr.Honeythunder, in a kind of boisterous reverie, with his platform folding of his arms, and his platform nod of abhorrent reflection after each short sentiment of a word.

'Bloodshed! Abel! Cain! I hold no terms with Cain.

I repudiate with a shudder the red hand when it is offered me.' Instead of instantly leaping into his chair and cheering himself hoarse, as the Brotherhood in public meeting assembled would infallibly have done on this cue, Mr.Crisparkle merely reversed the quiet crossing of his legs, and said mildly: 'Don't let me interrupt your explanation--when you begin it.' 'The Commandments say, no murder.

NO murder, sir!' proceeded Mr.
Honeythunder, platformally pausing as if he took Mr.Crisparkle to task for having distinctly asserted that they said: You may do a little murder, and then leave off.
'And they also say, you shall bear no false witness,' observed Mr.
Crisparkle.
'Enough!' bellowed Mr.Honeythunder, with a solemnity and severity that would have brought the house down at a meeting, 'E-e-nough! My late wards being now of age, and I being released from a trust which I cannot contemplate without a thrill of horror, there are the accounts which you have undertaken to accept on their behalf, and there is a statement of the balance which you have undertaken to receive, and which you cannot receive too soon.

And let me tell you, sir, I wish that, as a man and a Minor Canon, you were better employed,' with a nod.