If in half an hour you are not gone--why, then--" "Then ?" "Why, then you have robbed me of ten guineas, and must take the usual consequences of robbery." Darvil started to his feet--his eyes glared--he grasped the carving-knife before him.
"You are a bold fellow," said the banker, quietly; "but it won't do.

It is not worth your while to murder me; and I am a man sure to be missed." Darvil sank down, sullen and foiled.

The respectable man was more than a match for the villain.
"Had you been as poor as I,--Gad! what a rogue you would have been!" "I think not," said the banker; "I believe roguery to be a very bad policy.

Perhaps once I _was_ almost as poor as you are, but I never turned rogue." "You never were in my circumstances," returned Darvil, gloomily.

"I was a gentleman's son.