Were there any of the true calibre there?
steady fellows, yet ardent, like myself ?--men who make us feel our strength and put it forth--with whom we cannot dally nor idle--who require our coolness of head, clearness of memory, ingenuity of stratagem--in a word, men of my art--the art of play:--were there any such ?" "Not many, but enough for honour," said Godolphin: "for myself, I have long forsworn gambling for profit." "Ah! I always thought you wanted that perseverance which belongs to strength of character.

And how stand your resources now?
Sufficient to recommence the world here with credit and eclat ?" "Ay, were I so disposed, Saville.

But I shall return to Italy.

Within a month hence, I shall depart." "What! and only just arrived in town! An heir in possession!" "Of what ?" "The reputation of having succeeded to a property, the extent of which, if wise, you will tell to no one! Are you so young, Godolphin, as to imagine that it signifies one crumb of this bread what be the rent-roll of your estate, so long as you can obtain credit for any sum to which you are pleased to extend it?
Credit! beautiful invention!--the moral new world to which we fly when banished from the old.

Credit!--the true charity of Providence, by which they who otherwise would starve live in plenty, and despise the indigent rich.