"Will they? No! Not for all the gold in England! What are you asking me,
Harry Hatton? Do you think I will shame the good name of Hatton by
associating it with scoundrels and blacklegs? Your father kicked
Hezekiah Naylor out of this mill twenty years ago. Do you think I will
take in his sons, and let them share our father's good name, and the
profits of the wonderful business he built up? I say _no_! A downright,
upright _no_! Why, Harry, you must be off your head to think of such a
thing as possible. It is enough to make father come back from the
grave."

"You are talking nonsense, John. If father is in heaven, he wouldn't
come back here about an old mill full of weariness and hatred and
wretched lives; and if he isn't in heaven, he wouldn't be let come back.
I am not afraid of father now."

"If you must sell or rent your share, I will make shift to buy or lease
it. Then what do you mean to do?"

"Mr. Fred Naylor is going to coach me for horse-racing. You know I love
horses, and Naylor says they will make me more money than I can count."

"Don't you tell me anything the Naylors say. I won't listen to it.
Horse-racing is gambling. You don't come from gamblers. You will be a
fool among them and every kind of odds will be against you."

"And I shall make money fast and pleasantly."

"Supposing you do make money fast, you will spend it still faster. That
is the truth."