"I would willingly assist in such a scheme.

I pledge you in a bumper, young man.

You appear a trusty servant." "I am so accounted, learned sir," replied Blaize, upon whose brain the wine thus plentifully bestowed began to operate--"and I may add, justly so." "You really will be doing your master a service if you can prevent him from committing this folly," rejoined Bottesham.
"Let us have a bottle of burnt malmsey, with a few bruised raisins in it, Mr.Parkhurst.This poor young man requires support.

Be seated, friend." With some hesitation, Blaize complied, and while the apothecary went in search of the wine, he observed to Bottesham, "I would gladly comply with your suggestion, learned sir, if I saw any means of doing so." "Could you not pretend to have the plague ?" said Bottesham.

"I could then attend you." "I should be afraid of playing such a trick as that," replied Blaize.
"Besides, I do not see what purpose it would answer." "It would enable me to get into the house," returned Bottesham, "and then I might take measures for Amabel's deliverance." "If you merely wish to get into the house," replied Blaize, "that can be easily managed.