But it is not the dogs that will ruin him (as they ruined poor Ryll, with his few thousands), nor yet his hunters.

It is his race-horses on the Downs yonder that will bring him to his piece of bread." "I suppose so," said Yorke, sighing, not so much on Carew's account as on his own; "he backs a horse because it is his own.

That is his confounded egotism." "Your tie of relationship, Mr.Yorke, does not, I perceive, make you blind to your father's foibles." "Why should it ?" rejoined the young man, passionately.

"Am I to feel grateful to him for begetting me?
What has he done to make me feel that I owe him aught?
Do you suppose I thank him for being admitted here, unacknowledged, uninvited in my own proper person?
For being permitted to take my fill at the common trough along with his drunken swine ?" "Nay, my friend," interposed the chaplain, coldly; "the food and wine are of the best; and we should never scoff at good victual.

If you have so proud a stomach, why are you here?
It embarrasses you to answer the question.