He's such a cold-blooded, flinty-hearted, calculating sort of a chap, that--" The remainder of the major's sentence was lost in the beer flagon.
"What for did you make him your friend, then ?" "Well," the old soldier confessed, "it seemed to me that if he wanted to fool his money away at cards or any other divilment, Tobias Clutterbuck might as well have the handling of it as any one else.
Bedad, he's as cunning as a basketful of monkeys.

He plays a safe game for low stakes, and never throws away a chance.

Demned if I don't think I've been a loser in pocket by knowing him, while as to me character, I'm very sure I'm the worse there." "Vat's de matter mit him ?" "What's not the matter with him.

If he's agrayable he's not natural, and if he's natural he's not agrayable.

I don't pretind to be a saint.
I've seen some fun in me day, and hope to see some more before I die; but there are some things that I wouldn't do.