If they do, it will be a bad lookout for you, old chap, a bad lookout! ...

I won't answer for anything." Again he puffed and blew like a walrus.
"I won't answer for anything! ...

If Erik's secrets cease to be Erik's secrets, IT WILL BE A BAD LOOKOUT FOR A GOODLY NUMBER OF THE HUMAN RACE! That's all I have to tell you, and unless you are a great booby, it ought to be enough for you ...

except that you don't know how to take a hint." He had sat down on the stern of his boat and was kicking his heels against the planks, waiting to hear what I had to answer.

I simply said: "It's not Erik that I'm after here!" "Who then ?" "You know as well as I do: it's Christine Daae," I answered.
He retorted: "I have every right to see her in my own house.