What is that to you?

He is very winning and polite to the millionaires whom he hopes to soon make billionaires. 

Go right on—

You will soon be billionaires instead of millionaires. 

The millionaires will presently be counted as small fry, scarcely worth thinking about. 

You must be a billionaire even if ten thousand perish with cold. 

What is that to you? 

You did not put the ammonia and chalk into it—not you. 

Go right on, sir, for you will soon be a billionaire.

You must be a billionaire—

I consider that the elegant churches of the land belong to me. 

I have absolutely ousted that Nazarene and taken possession. 

Smart, am I? 

Shrewd and smart? 

Well, yes—I flatter myself that I am somewhat.

But my golden hoofs and sharp effective horns aid me much, and my forked tail is very beguiling. 

I am able to make men think that black is white, and white black.

Letters from the spirit world