"How so?"
"I was discharged—under a cloud that was never dispelled."
"To be sure, you don't look like an ordinary poacher."
"That is because I am an extraordinary one."
"You mean?"
"That I poach that I may live to—poach again, sir. I am, at once, a necessitous poacher, and a poacher by necessity."
"And what by choice?"
"A gentleman, sir, with plenty of money and no ambitions."
"Why deny ambition?"
"Because I would live a quiet life, and who ever heard of an ambitious man ever being quiet, much less happy and contented?"