He wants money badly, he says; and I'm afraid he begins to suspect something.

Any way, he talks of coming here in a week or so to look into things for himself.

If he does that, I'm ruined." "But the money, father--the money for the crops--how has it gone?
You had it, haven't you ?" "Yes," the bailiff answered with a groan; "I've had it, worse luck." "And how has it gone ?" "What's that to you?
What's the good of my muddling my brains with figures to-night?
It's gone, I tell you.

You know I'm fond of seeing a race, and never miss anything in that way that comes-off within a day's drive of this place.

I used to be pretty lucky once upon a time, when I backed a horse or bet against one.