“Nothing very heavy. I owe Davis——”
“Grog?”
“Yes—Grog Davis. I owe him about two thousand; but he never presses. Grog’s a gentleman in that respect. It’s only when a fellow ‘hums’ and ‘hahs’ about whether the thing was all square or not; that’s what Grog won’t stand a moment. He’ll insist on his money then; and, what’s more, he’ll have a shot at you, too, if he can get it.”
“Yes, but he’ll have his money first. I never heard of Grog Davis shooting at a solvent debtor yet.”
“You know him, that’s plain enough,” said Dolly, laughing.
“Who could have been about town the last ten or fifteen years and not known him? I rather like him, too.”
“So do I,” cried Ladarelle, eagerly, and as though it relieved his heart of a weight to make the confession. “Say what they will of Grog Davis, he’s a fellow to do a right good-natured thing; and as for advice, there’s not a man in the clubs I’d as soon go to as to him.”
“He has a deal of worldly wit, that’s certain.”
“Ay, and he has more. He knows the exact way to treat every one. I’ve seen him go up and take the Duke of Dullworth by the arm just as familiarly as you’d take me.”
“Yes, when the Duke wanted him; he might do that.”