"Oh Lord! Honor! No, no!--So bless me Heaven! I didn't mean anything of the kind," cried Titmouse, alarmedly, fearful of offending Gammon, who could scarcely conceal his impatience and disgust at the stupidity of Titmouse. "I cannot make you understand me, Titmouse! What I mean is, it is my duty not to let my feelings interfere with your interests. I now, therefore, recommend you--since you have suggested the thing--immediately to put yourself into the hands--as far as this little business is concerned--of some other solicitor, say Mr. Spitfire, in Scorpion Court; and whatever he advises you to do--_do_ without hesitation. You will probably tell him that, if he demands the two notes on your behalf, I may, for form's sake, resist: but I know I shall be ordered to give them up! Well--I can't help it!" "Honor now, Gammon! May I do as I like?" inquired Titmouse, stupidly. "Honor!" "And you won't be angry? Not a bit! eh?" "On my sacred word of honor!" replied Gammon, solemnly, placing his hand on his breast. "Then fire away, Flannagan!" cried Titmouse, joyfully snapping his fingers. "By Jove, here goes! Here's for a jolly squeeze! Aha! Ten thousand drops of blood!--by Jove, he'll bleed to death! But, by the way, what will Mr. Quirk say?" "Curse Mr. Quirk!" cried Gammon, impatiently; "you know the course you are to pursue--you are your own master, surely? What has Mr. Quirk to do with you, when I allow you to act in this way?" "To be sure! Well! here's a go! Wasn't it a lucky thought of mine to come here to-night? But don't you forget the other ten thousand--the two make twenty thousand, by Jove! I'm set up again--aha! And as soon as ever the House is up, if I don't cut away in my span-new yacht, with a lot of jolly chaps, to the East Indies, or some _other_ place that'll take us a good six weeks, or so, to go and come back in. Hollo! Is that eleven o'clock striking?" he inquired with a start, taking out his watch; "It is, by Jove! and my pair's up; they'll be dividing--I'm off! Good-night." "You remember where Mr. Spitfire lives'!" said Gammon, anxiously. "In Scorpion Court, Strand. I must say he's one of the most respectable men in the profession; and _so_ quick!"