I have esteemed you an honest man, Mr.Green, and it seems--on your own confessing--that ye're no better than a damned rogue who neglects his duty to the state.

I've a mind to see Lord Carteret, and tell him the truth of the matter." "Ye shall have an opportunity before long, ecod!" said Mr.Green.
"Good-morning to you! I've work to do." And he turned back to the desk.
"'Tis wasted labor," said Mr.Caryll, producing his snuff-box, and tapping it.

"You might seek from now till the crack of doom, and not find what ye seek--not though you hack the desk to pieces.

It has a secret, Mr.Green.

I'll make a bargain with you for that secret." Mr.Green turned again, and his shrewd, bright eyes scanned more closely that lean face, whose keenness was all dissembled now in an easy, languid smile.