’Haha!Youareright!AgentlemanIam!AndagentlemanI’lllive，andagentlemanI’lldie!It’smyintenttobeagentleman。
It’smygame。Deathofmysoul，IplayitoutwhereverIgo!’
Hechangedhisposturetoasittingone，cryingwithatriumphantair：
’HereIam!Seeme!Shakenoutofdestiny’sdice-boxintothecompanyofameresmuggler；——shutupwithapoorlittlecontrabandtrader，whosepapersarewrong，andwhomthepolicelayholdofbesides，forplacinghisboatasameansofgettingbeyondthefrontieratthedispositionofotherlittlepeoplewhosepapersarewrong；andheinstinctivelyrecognisesmyposition，evenbythislightandinthisplace。It’swelldone!ByHeaven!Iwin，howeverthegamegoes。’
Againhismoustachewentup，andhisnosecamedown。