"
"No, no, not a single word like accession," replied Bucklaw; "you
know too well the risk belonging to these two terrible words, 'art and
part.'" Then, as if to himself, he recited the following lines:
"The dial spoke not, but it made shrewd signs, And pointed full upon the
stroke of murder.
"What is that you are talking to yourself?" said Craigengelt, turning
back with some anxiety.
"Nothing, only two lines I have heard upon the stage," replied his
companion.
"Bucklaw," said Craigengelt, "I sometimes think you should have been a
stage-player yourself; all is fancy and frolic with you."
"I have often thought so myself," said Bucklaw. "I believe it would be
safer than acting with you in the Fatal Conspiracy. But away, play
your own part, and look after the horses like a groom as you are. A
play-actor--a stage-player!" he repeated to himself; "that would have
deserved a stab, but that Craigengelt's a coward. And yet I should like
the profession well enough. Stay, let me see; ay, I would come out in
Alexander:
Thus from the grave I rise to save my love,
Draw all your swords, and quick as lightning move.
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