"Well, he can't, unless she chucks old Eugene over."
"Will she, do you think?"
"Well, I'm afraid not. I've got some money on that they're never married, but I don't see my way to handling it."
"Much?"
"Well, no; about twopence-halfpenny—a fancy bet."
"I'm glad it's nothing, because I want you to help me, and you couldn't have if you had anything on; besides, you shouldn't bet on such things."
"Oh, I'm not going to meddle with the thing. It's enough work to prevent one's self getting married, without troubling about other people. But I rather like you telling me not to bet on it!"
"She wouldn't suit Eugene."
"No; lead him the devil of a life."
"She don't care for him."