"How symbolic those two champagne-glasses are on the card-table! What is that dark brown liquid in them?" asked Wilton.
"Still champagne, I suppose," said Felicity.
"Oh dear, yes, ma'am! It ain't been changed. Nothing's been changed."
"How sad it all is!" sighed Vera.
"It gets better later on," said Bertie consolingly.
"No. 3. 'Ere you find 'im ruinged by gambling. Take notice of the evil appearance of 'is accomplice."
The young man was now forging ahead for all he was worth (and a great deal more) with a cheque-book and a fountain pen. The sinister friend was leaning over his shoulder as if to jog his elbow.
"No. 4. 'Ere you see the sad result of all these goings on," said the chasseur morally, if vaguely. "The pore young man is condemned to several years."
"Does he break out again?" asked Wilton.
"Oh, lor', yes, sir! Don't you fret! he breaks out again all right. And 'ere you 'ave Revenge! A dark resolve 'as taken distinct form in the ruinged man's mind."