I can see you're one of the young chaps who think a precious deal of themselves; I'm often coming across them nowadays, and I generally give them a piece of my mind." Hilliard smiled.
"If you gave them the whole, it would be no great generosity." "Eh?
Yes, I see you've had a glass or two, and it makes you witty.

But wait a bit I was devilish near thrashing you a few minutes ago; but I sha'n't do it, say what you like.

I don't like vulgar rows." "No more do I," remarked Hilliard; "and I haven't fought since I was a boy.

But for your own satisfaction, I can tell you it's a wise resolve not to interfere with me.

The temptation to rid the world of one such man as you might prove too strong." There was a force of meaning in these words, quietly as they were uttered, which impressed the listener.
"You'll come to a bad end, my lad." "Hardly.