It is too late now to do anything, but to-morrow I will see those fellows and give them a bit of my mind.

Your friend the card-sharper will have to make tracks.

Anyhow, I will pay up." "Good heavens, Mr.Herrick, you don't mean--you don't mean;" but here Cedric could not utter a word more, for his voice was choked with sobs.
Malcolm could just gather a few incoherent expressions--"benefactor"-- "God bless him"-- "eternal gratitude," or some such phrases.
"Tut, nonsense," returned Malcolm testily; but his eyes were not quite clear, and he laid a kindly hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I want no thanks, only you must promise me, on your word as an English gentleman, never to play for money as long as you are here." "I promise--I will vow if you like--there is nothing--nothing that I would not promise you.

Mr.Herrick, you have saved me from disgrace, and Dinah from a broken heart." "Hush, hush!" "No, please let me say one thing more.