prohibition against billiards had hit him hard. He was suffering the
torments of Tantalus. The castle was full of young men of the kind
to whom he most resorted, easy marks every one; and here he was,
simply through Jimmy, careened like a disabled battleship. It was
maddening. 'Make him go. You invited him here. He doesn't expect to
stop indefinitely, I suppose? If you left, he'd have to, too. What
you must do is to go back to London to-morrow. You can easily make
some excuse. He'll have to go with you. Then, you can drop him in
London, and come back. That's what you must do.'
A delicate pink flush might have been seen to spread itself over
Lord Dreever's face. He began to look like an angry rabbit. He had
not a great deal of pride in his composition, but the thought of the
ignominious role that Hargate was sketching out for him stirred what
he had to its shallow bottom. Talking on, Hargate managed to add the
last straw.
'Of course,' he said, 'that money you lost to me at picquet--what
was it? Twenty? Twenty pounds, wasn't it? Well, we would look on
that as canceled, of course. That will be all right.'
His lordship exploded.
'Will it?' he cried, pink to the ears. 'Will it, by George? I'll pay
you every frightful penny of it to-morrow, and then you can clear
out, instead of Pitt. What do you take me for, I should like to
know?'
'A fool, if you refuse my offer.'
'I've a jolly good mind to give you a most frightful kicking.'
'I shouldn't try, if I were you. It's not the sort of game you'd
shine at. Better stick to picquet.'
'If you think I can't pay your rotten money--'
'I do. But, if you can, so much the better. Money is always useful.'
'I may be a fool in some ways--'
'You understate it, my dear man.'
'--but I'm not a cad.'
'You're getting quite rosy, Dreever. Wrath is good for the
complexion.'
'And, if you think you can bribe me, you never made a bigger mistake
in your life.'
'Yes, I did,' said Hargate, 'when I thought you had some glimmerings
of intelligence. But, if it gives you any pleasure to behave like
the juvenile lead in a melodrama, by all means do. Personally, I
shouldn't have thought the game would be worth the candle. But, if
your keen sense of honor compels you to pay the twenty pounds, all
right. You mentioned to-morrow? That will suit me. So, we'll let it
go it at that.'
He walked off, leaving Lord Dreever filled with the comfortable glow
that comes to the weak man who for once has displayed determination.
He felt that he must not go back from his dignified standpoint. That
money would have to be paid, and on the morrow. Hargate was the sort
of man who could, and would, make it exceedingly unpleasant for him
if he failed. A debt of honor was not a thing to be trifled with.
But he felt quite safe. He knew he could get the money when he
