The fellow in the inn--a' know everything about him." "Eh! what is that?
I beg your pardon, Crackenfudge; I have treated you discourteously and badly--but you will excuse me.

I have had such cause for excitement as is sufficient to drive me almost mad.

What is the good news you speak of, Crackenfudge ?" "Do you know who the fellow in the inn is, Sir Thomas ?" "Not I; but I wish I did." "Well, then, a' can tell you." Sir Thomas turned abruptly about, and, fastening his dark gleaming eyes upon him, surveyed him with an expression of which no language could give an adequate description.
"Crackenfudge," said he, in a voice condensed into tremendous power and interest, "keep me not a moment in suspense--don't tamper with me, sir--don't attempt to play upon me--don't sell your intelligence, nor make a bargain for it.

Curse your magistracy--have I not already told you that I will help you to it?
What is the intelligence--the good news you speak of ?" "Why, simply this, Sir Thomas," replied the other,--"that a' know who and what the fellow in the inn is; but, for God's sake, Sir Thomas, keep your temper within bounds, or if you don't, a' must only go home again, and keep my secret to myself.

You have treated me very badly, Sir Thomas; you have insulted me, Sir Thomas; you have grossly offended me, Sir Thomas, in your own house, too, and without the slightest provocation.