"Do you mean to say that the law won't make that infernal scoundrel Johnson suffer for letting his dog eat me up?" "I think not, if you state the case properly." "It won't, hey?" exclaimed Mr. Briggs, hysterically. "Oh, very well, very well! I s'pose if that dog had chewed me all up and spit me out it'd've been all the same to this constitutional republic. But hang me if I don't have satisfaction.

But Lady Elizabeth Bruffin pushed him back into it. "I will, of course," she said, and made for the front door so quickly that Charles only just had it open in time. As he told the butler before he slept that night, "It'd've done your kind heart good, Mr. Baldwin, to see how they were eating 'im with their eyes.