love of horses runs through every Yorkshireman's heart. I love them
myself. I love them too well to bet on them. My horse is my
fellow-creature, and my friend. Would you bet on your friend, and run
him blind for a hundred or two?"

"Naylor has made thousands of pounds."

"I don't care if he has made millions. All money made without labor or
without equivalent is got over the devil's back to be squandered in some
devil's pastime. Harry, bettors infer dupes. When you have to pay a
jockey a small fortune to do his duty, he may be an honest man--but
there are inferences. Can't you think of something better to do?"

"I wanted to be an artist and father would not let me. I wanted to have
my voice trained and father laughed at me. I wanted to join the army and
father was angry and asked me if I did not want to be a pugilist. He
would not hear of anything but the mill. John, I won't go to the mill
again. I won't be a cotton-spinner, and I'll be glad if you will buy me
out at any price."

"I won't do that--not yet. I'll tell you what I will do. I will rent
your share of the mill for a year if you will take Captain Cook and the
yacht and go to the Mediterranean, and from the yacht visit the old
cities and see all the fine picture galleries, and listen to the music
of Paris and Milan or even Vienna. You must stay away a year. I want you
to realize above all things that to live to _amuse_ yourself is the
hardest work the devil can set you to do."

"I promised Fred Naylor I would rent him my share."