You come to me with some mysterious threat------' 'You understand,' said Crinkett.
'I care nothing for your threats.

I can only bid you go and do your worst.' 'That's what we intend.' 'That you should have lost money by me is a great sorrow to me.' 'You look sorry, squire.' 'But after what you have said, I can make you no offer.

If you will go to my brother-in-law, Mr.Robert Bolton--' 'That's the lady's brother ?' 'My wife's brother.' 'I know all about it, Caldigate.

I won't go to him at all.

What's he to us?
It ain't likely that I am going to ask him for money to hold our tongues.