“It was n't great fun for me,” growled out Grog; “I stood to win on Bruiser.”
“Excellent horse,—capital horse,—wonderful stride!”
“I'll tell you what he was,” said Grog, sternly,—“a rare bad 'un!”
“You surprise—amaze me, Captain Davis,—quite astonish me! Always heard a great character of Braiser!”
“You did, did you?” said Grog, with a jocose leer.
“Well, the information wasn't thrown away, for you laid heavily against him.”
“Most agreeable man, your father-in-law, my Lord,” said Twining, slapping his legs and laughing away in high good humor; then, turning again to Davis, he engaged him in conversation.
Meanwhile Beecher had drawn Lizzy into a recess of the window, and was whispering anxiously to her.
“Did this piece of news take you by surprise?” asked he, scanning her closely as he spoke.
“Yes,” said she, calmly.