Have a glass of grog and a cigar, sir, before you turn out." Much as I felt flattered by the supposition that I smoked (which was more than I could have done to save my life), I declined Mr.Cobbe's obliging offer and wished him good-night.

But the landlord of the Red Lion was in a gossiping humor, and would not let me go.
"If you won't take spirits, Mr.Basil," said he, "you must have a glass of negus.

I couldn't let you go out without something warm--particular after the excitement you've gone through.

Why, bless you, sir, when they ran out and told me, I shook like a leaf--and I don't look like a very nervous subject, do I?
And so sudden as it was, too, poor little gentleman!" "Very sudden, indeed," I replied, mechanically.
"Does Doctor Arbuthnot think he'll get the better of it, Mr.Basil ?" "I fear he has little hope." Mr.Cobbe sighed, and shook his head, and smoked in silence.
"To be struck down just when he was playing such tricks as them conjuring dodges, do seem uncommon awful," said he, after a time.

"What was he after at the minute ?--making a pudding, wasn't he, in some gentleman's hat ?" I uttered a sudden ejaculation, and set down my glass of negus untasted.
Till that moment I had not once thought of my watch.
"Oh, Mr.Cobbe!" I cried, "he was pounding my watch in the mortar!" "_Your_ watch, Mr.Basil ?" "Yes, mine--and I have not seen it since.