You have seen the brat! By the time he is a man he should forget how to eat save with his fingers, and get roaring drunk every night.

That's what we want!--to make him so that he shall be no use to you, even if you did get him away; but you shall not! You shall not, not if I have to strangle him with my own hands." He picked up his short-stemmed pipe and pulled savagely at it for awhile.

De Batz was meditating.
"My friend," he said after a little while, "you are agitating yourself quite unnecessarily, and gravely jeopardising your prospects of getting a comfortable little income through keeping your fingers off my person.
Who said I wanted to meddle with the child ?" "You had best not," growled Heron.
"Exactly.

You have said that before.

But do you not think that you would be far wiser, instead of directing your undivided attention to my unworthy self, to turn your thoughts a little to one whom, believe me, you have far greater cause to fear ?" "Who is that ?" "The Englishman." "You mean the man they call the Scarlet Pimpernel ?" "Himself.