WILLIS: 'And keep his watch? I don't see how you could manage
that. What would you do with the watch? You might sell it, of
course--'

ROBERTS: 'Oh no, I COULDN'T do that.'

WILLIS: 'You might give it away to some deserving person; but if it
got him into trouble--'

ROBERTS: 'No, no; that wouldn't do, either.'

WILLIS: 'And you can't have it lying around; Agnes would be sure to
find it, sooner or later.'

ROBERTS: 'Yes.'

WILLIS: 'Besides, there's your conscience. Your conscience
wouldn't LET you keep Bemis's watch away from him. And if it would,
what do you suppose Agnes's conscience would do when she came to
find it out? Agnes hasn't got much of a head--the want of it seems
to grow upon her; but she's got a conscience as big as the side of a
house.'

ROBERTS: 'Oh, I see; I see.'

WILLIS, coming up and standing over him, with his hands in his
pockets: 'I tell you what, Roberts, you're in a box.'

ROBERTS, abjectly: 'I know it, Willis; I know it. What do you
suggest? You MUST know some way out of it.'