Please, come in, and mind you wipe your feet on the mat so you don’t track in any mud. And don’t forget your enormous fortune!
We’ll camp here for the night and burn it down in the morning. It’s important to be well-rested before committing arson.
Of course I’m going to die! That’s the way of the world, Baudelaires. Everybody runs around with their secrets and their schemes, trying to outwit one another, and then they die.