Be seated, and calm yourself." "I have often conjured up some frightful vision of the dead," murmured the knight, "but I never dreamed of an interview with the living." "It'll be over in a few minutes," rejoined Jonathan, impatiently; "in fact, it'll be over too soon for me.

I like such interviews.

But we waste time.

Have the goodness to affix your name to that memorandum, Sir Rowland.

I require nothing, you see, till my share of the contract is fulfilled." Trenchard took up a pen.
"It's the boy's death-warrant," observed Jonathan, with a sinister smile.
"I cannot sign it," returned Trenchard.
"Damnation!" exclaimed Wild with a snarl, that displayed his glistening fangs to the farthest extremity of his mouth, "I'm not to be trifled with thus.