Forrest looked at him critically.
"My dear Engleton!" he began.
"What the devil do you want with me at this time of night ?" Engleton interrupted.

"Have you come down to see how I amuse myself during the long evenings?
Perhaps you would like to come and play cut-throat.

I'll play you for what stakes you like, and thank you for coming, if you'll leave the door open and let me breathe a little better air." "It is your own fault that you are here," Cecil de la Borne declared.
"It is all your cursed obstinacy.

Listen! I tell you once more that what you saw, or fancied you saw, was a mistake.

Forget it.