"Do you promise or not?"
"I promise."
"There are your ten guineas. 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."