"You've the makings of a good lawyer, anyway.

Well, now, it's this--do you know this neighbourhood well ?" "I've never known any other," said I.
"Do you know where Till meets Tweed ?" he asked.
"As well as I know my own mother's door!" I answered.
"You know where that old--what do they call it ?--chapel, cell, something of that nature, is ?" he asked again.
"Aye!--well enough, Mr.Gilverthwaite," I answered him.

"Ever since I was in breeches!" "Well," said he, "if I was my own man, I ought to meet another man near there this very night.

And--here I am!" "You want me to meet this other man ?" I asked.
"I'm offering you ten pound if you will," he answered, with a quick look.
"Aye, that is what I'm wanting!" "To do--what ?" I inquired.
"Simple enough," he said.

"Nothing to do but to meet him, to give him a word that'll establish what they term your bony fides, and a message from me that I'll have you learn by heart before you go.