"Horse-racing is a manly amusement. No one can deny that, John."

"But, Harry, you did not come into this world to _amuse_ yourself. You
came to do the work God Almighty laid out for you to do. It wasn't
horse-racing."

"I know what I am talking about, John."

"Not you. You are cheating and deceiving yourself, and any sin is easy,
after that sin."

"I have told you already what I thought of mill work."

"You have not thought right of it. We have nearly eight hundred
workers; half of them are yours. It is your duty to see that these men
and women have work and wage in Hatton mill."

"I will not do it, John."

"You are not going to horse-racing. I want you to understand that, once
and for all. Have no more to do with any of the Naylors. Drop them
forever."

"I can not, John. I will not."

"Rule your speech, Henry Hatton. John Hatton is not saying today what he
will unsay tomorrow. You are not going to horse-racing and
horse-trading. Most men who do so go to the dogs next. People would
wonder far and wide. You must choose a respectable life. I know that the