"Heaven be praised, my master has just ordered in three tuns.

I'll tap one of them directly." "That idea of the vinegar remedy is borrowed from Kemp's late treatise on the pestilence and its cure," muttered Furbisher.

"Before you enter upon the new system, young man," he added aloud to Blaize, "let me recommend you to fortify your stomach with a glass of canary." And pouring out a bumper, he handed it to the porter, who swallowed it at a draught.
"And now," said Bottesham, "to return to this mad scheme of your master's--is there no way of preventing it ?" "I am aware of none," replied Blaize.
"Bolts and bars!" cried Furbisher, "something must be done for the fair Amabel.

We owe it to society not to permit so lovely a creature to be thus immured.

What say you, Hawkswood ?" he added to the gallant by his side, who had not hitherto spoken.
"It would be unpardonable to permit it--quite unpardonable," replied this person.
"Might not some plan be devised to remove her for a short time, and frighten him out of his project ?" said Bottesham.