You will starve to death with considerable rapidity." "My dear Mr.Yorke," said Byam Ryll, approvingly, "you have won my heart, though I can't afford to let you win my sovereigns; I like you, but I must kill you off, I see." "Unless--" said Yorke.
"Unless what ?" inquired Ryll, as he made his stroke at Yorke's ball, which was quite safe, and grazed it with his own, which, gliding off another ball, found its way into a pocket.

For once, he had really allowed himself to be "put off" his aim.
"Unless you commit suicide," replied the young fellow, smiling.

"I was about to warn you of the danger of that kiss." "You are worse than a highway robber, young Sir," said the annoyed old gentleman.
"That's true," returned Yorke, "for I take your money and your 'life.'" The young fellow repaid his loan that night, besides putting half a dozen sovereigns into his own pocket; and there was other fruit from that investment.
Carew was delighted with his son's skill, though his wit was somewhat wasted on him.

"Why the deuce did you not play in the first game ?" said he, when the party broke up to adjourn to the hazard-table.

"I suppose it was your confounded cunning" (and here his face grew dark, as though with some recollection of the past); "you wanted to see how they played before you pitted yourself against them--did you?
How like, how like!" "I had no money, Sir, until Parson Whymper lent me some." "Oh, that was it--was it ?" said the Squire.