"Oh, that's nothing," I assured him. "I started cutting my logic lectures altogether until I got dropped on. I didn't understand a word the man was saying. There is heaps of time to work, Mods are nearly a year and a half off. What do you think of Ward, after the thing that happened last night?"
I had to plunge right at it, for Foster had not said a word after I had told him Ward wanted to give me back my money.
"Don't let us talk about Ward," Foster answered, "you know I don't like him."
"I knew you didn't like him," I corrected, for I thought that what I had said ought to make a difference.
"You seem to be egging me on to swear at you, so that you may laugh."
"Oh, skittles," I exclaimed.
"You know perfectly well that you can't afford to gamble."
"That has nothing to do with it, because I am not going to gamble, Jack Ward himself asked me not to play roulette."
"But Ward belongs to a gambling set——"
"I suppose he can please himself about that," I retorted, and it was not altogether wise of me.