little, as Miles could, at present, as easily have
raised L40,000. However, he gave his I.O.U. to
his opponent with an easy air. Grasslough, also,
was impecunious; but he had a father,—also
impecunious, indeed; but with them the matter would
not be hopeless. Dolly Longestaffe was so tipsy
that he could not even assist in making up his own
account. That was to be left between him and
Carbury for some future occasion.
‘I suppose you’ll be here to-morrow,—that
is to-night,’ said Miles.
‘Certainly,—only one thing,’
‘What one thing?’
‘I think these things should be squared before
we play any more!’
‘What do you mean by that?’ said Grasslough
angrily. ’Do you mean to hint anything?&rsquo...