He was evidently very angry indeed.
"Don't," said Meldon, "wander off into generalities and silly speculations about things which aren't facts.

So far from taking a pleasure in preventing poor men from living, I'm always particularly anxious to help them when I can." "You didn't help me then with your damned tricks, the like of which no gentleman ought to play." "If you refer to yourself as a poor man," said Meldon, "you're simply telling a lie.

You're rich, nobody knows how rich, but rich enough to buy up every other man in the town of Ballymoy." "And if I was itself, is that any reason why them that would be staying in my hotel should be hunted out of it ?" "Are you talking about Sir Gilbert Hawkesby ?" "I am," said Doyle.

"Who else would I have in my mind ?" "And is he gone ?" "He is not gone yet?
but he's going without something would be done to stop him." "I'm glad to hear it.

I hardly hoped it would have happened so soon.
I told you, Major, that I was appealing to him in the right way." "It's a loss of three pounds a week to me," said Doyle, "without reckoning what he might take to drink.