"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?"
"I never hint anything, my Grassy," said Felix. "I believe when people play cards, it's intended to be ready-money, that's all. But I'm not going to stand on P's and Q's with you. I'll give you your revenge to-night."
"That's all right," said Miles.
"I was speaking to Lord Grasslough," said Felix. "He is an old friend, and we know each other. You have been rather rough to-night, Mr. Grendall."
"Rough;—what the devil do you mean by that?"
"And I think it will be as well that our account should be settled before we begin again."
"A settlement once a week is the kind of thing I'm used to," said Grendall.
There was nothing more said; but the young men did not part on good terms. Felix, as he got himself taken home, calculated that if he could realize his spoil, he might begin the campaign again with horses, servants, and all luxuries as before. If all were paid, he would have over £3,000!