"No?" cheerfully. "Come and have some grilled bones with me."
"I hate grilled bones," was the listless response.
Austin Ambrose laughed and dropped into a chair.
"So do I, if it comes to that, but man must eat to live; but never mind the bones. Blair," and he leaned forward, "you have seen the evening paper?"
"No," said Blair, lighting his cigar, which he had allowed to die out.
"No! Then you don't know that Springtime has lost?"
"Has he?" was the indifferent response. "Did I back him?" and he passed his thin wasted hand over his forehead.
Austin Ambrose raised his eyebrows.
"Did you back him? My dear Blair, what a question! Didn't you tell me this morning to get what odds I could?"