"and i am, in plain reality. the truth is, my dear charles," mr. lorry glanced at the distant house, and lowered his voice, "you can have no conception of the difficulty with which our business is transacted, and of the peril in which our books and papers over yonder are involved. the lord above knows what the compromising consequences would be to numbers of people, if some of our documents were seized or destroyed; and they might be, at any time, you know, for who can say that paris is not set afire to-day, or sacked to-morrow! now, a judicious selection from these with the least possible delay, and the burying of them, or otherwise getting of them out of harm's way, is within the power (without loss of precious time) of scarcely any one but myself, if any one. and shall i hang back, when tellson's knows this and says this tellson's, whose bread i have eaten these sixty years because i am a little stiff about the joints? why, i am a boy, sir, to half a dozen old codgers here!"