And if I did, what's the good of hoping?
I have a couple of diseases, either of which is enough to kill a horse." Then he mentioned his special maladies in a manner which made Harry shrink.

"What are they talking about in London just at present ?" he asked.
"Just the old set of subjects," said Harry.
"I suppose they have got tired of me and my iniquities ?" Harry could only smile and shake his head.

"There has been such a complication of romances that one expects the story to run a little more than the ordinary nine days." "Men still do talk about Mountjoy." "And what are they saying?
Augustus declares that you are especially interested on the subject." "I don't know why I should be," said Harry.
"Nor I either.

When a fellow becomes no longer of any service to either man, woman, or beast, I do not know why any should take an interest in him.

I suppose you didn't lend him money ?" "I was not likely to do that, sir." "Then I cannot conceive how it can interest you whether he be in London or Kamtchatka.