“Well, what have you done with it?”
“’Orses.”
“Without saying a word to me?”
“Well, I didn’t know I was bound to tell you everything, Orthur.”
“Well, I did; and it serves you right. If you’d gone by my advice and taken my tips you’d ha’ won.”
“Yes, it was a mistake,” said the butler, humbly. “I was tempted to have just one little flutter on my own account, Orthur.”
“Well, don’t you do it again. That’s worse than giving the gals presents, old man. Then I suppose it will have to be your uncle again?”
“Yes, Orthur; but it’s a pity we couldn’t manage about a key for that door.”
“Ah! it is; but it ain’t to be done, only with a big hammer and wedges, I’m afraid. I’m trying still, though, to get a key made, and it may turn up trumps. Never mind; raise something on what you can take.”
“But it won’t be enough, my boy.”