“He spoke last of you. His eyes brightened and hardened, and his manner changed to what I remember it in past times⁠—to that mixture of pitiless resolution and mountebank mockery which makes it so impossible to fathom him. ‘Warn Mr. Hartright!’ he said in his loftiest manner. ‘He has a man of brains to deal with, a man who snaps his big fingers at the laws and conventions of society, when he measures himself with me . If my lamented friend had taken my advice, the business of the inquest would have been with the body of Mr. Hartright. But my lamented friend was obstinate. See! I mourn his loss⁠—inwardly in my soul, outwardly on my hat. This trivial crape expresses sensibilities which I summon Mr.