"There is Carew's three hundred, a few pounds I won at pool, and dull Jack's IOU for twenty--worth, perhaps, five.

Come, we two are partners in the game of life, you know, and must share alike." "No, Dick, no," returned his mother, tenderly; "it is enough for me to see you win." She shut the purse, and forced it back into his unwilling hand.

"Some day, I trust, you will sweep away a great stake--though not as you gained this." "Ah, you mean an heiress! You think that every woman must needs fall in love with me, because _you_ have done so, mother." His rage and bitterness had vanished, as though by magic; her tone and touch had spirited them away.
"Perhaps I do, dear.

Go to bed, and dream of one.

You must be very tired.