I don't care about this bit of money--I never did like the man who has left it to me, though he was your brother.

If I lost it all to-morrow, I shouldn't break my heart; I'm well enough off, as it is, for the rest of my days.

They say you're a speculator.

Put me in for a good thing, there's a dear! Neck-or-nothing--and that for the Funds!' She snapped her fingers to express her contempt for security of investment at three per cent.
Henry produced the prospectus of the Venetian Hotel Company.

'You're a funny old woman,' he said.