Eugene had raised himself on his elbow to look into the darkness after him. “I wish the boat of my honourable and gallant friend,” he murmured, lying down again and speaking into his hat, “may be endowed with philanthropy enough to turn bottom-upward and extinguish him!⁠—Mortimer.”

“My honourable friend.”

“Three burglaries, two forgeries, and a midnight assassination.” Yet in spite of having those weights on his conscience, Eugene was somewhat enlivened by the late slight change in the circumstances of affairs. So were his two companions. Its being a change was everything. The suspense seemed to have taken a new lease, and to have begun afresh from a recent date. There was something additional to look for. They were all three more sharply on the alert, and less deadened by the miserable influences of the place and time.