“Did she pay you?”
“No; but we’ve got deeds worth four times as much, and I shall charge her interest until she pays.”
“Then you’ve had a splendid night, Jo-si-ah.”
“Glorious!” he said, rubbing his hands.
“Then I want a rubber of whist, and I shall see if I can’t win a few guineas myself.”
“All right. I’ll get you to a table.”
“Denville, old fellow,” said Lord Carboro’, chatting with his host and taking snuff from the box given by the Prince, “I’ve a bad habit of seeing everything that goes on around me.”
“Your lordship is most observant.”
“I’m sorry to say I am; and whether we become relatives or not, Denville, I take an interest in you and your belongings.”
The Master of the Ceremonies looked up in alarm.