Erskine said little until he was in the Riverside Road with his friend, when he suddenly burst out: "What the devil do you mean by drinking two tumblers of such staggering stuff at one o'clock in the day in the house of a dangerous man like that?
I am very sorry I went into the fellow's place.

I had misgivings about it, and they have been fully borne out." "How so ?" said Sir Charles, taken aback.
"He has overreached us.

I was a deuced fool to sign that paper, and so were you.

It was for that that he invited us." "Rubbish, my dear boy.

It was not his paper, but Donovan Brown's." "I doubt it.