‘Thank ye; not for me,’ said Sir Felix.  ‘I hate three-handed loo.’

‘Dummy,’ suggested Dolly.

’I don’t think I’ll play to-night, old fellow.  I hate three fellows sticking down together.’  Miles sat silent, smoking his pipe, conscious of the baronet’s dislike to play with him.  ’By-the-by, Grendall look here.’  And Sir Felix in his most friendly tone whispered into his enemy’s ear a petition that some of the I.O.U.’s might be converted into cash.

‘’Pon my word, I must ask you to wait till next week,’ said Miles.

‘It’s always waiting till next week with you,’ said Sir Felix, getting up and standing with his back to the fireplace.  There were other men...