“‘Shure ’tis no use, Counsellor,’ he said. ‘I was afraid you couldn’t do anything, but I knew if you couldn’t, nobody could.’
“‘What do you mean by its being “no use”—and why should you “be afraid”? I’m going to get out papers this instant and show those fellows up.’
“‘Please don’t do it, Sir. At least not until I come again.’
“‘For goodness’ sake, why not, man? It shan’t cost you a cent.’
“‘It isn’t that, Sir. But—well—I shouldn’t have troubled you—I might have known——’
“‘Might have known what?’
“‘That they’d lay for me.’
“‘Why?’
“‘For not attending meetings at the Club.’