"What should you say to a trip into the country?" demanded Chichester, after a pause. "London is too hot for both of us—at least for the present; indeed my surprise is that we were not arrested on those infernal bills, coming out of the court. But, as I was saying—a trip into the country might do more good. To be sure, this is no time for the watering places: we might, however, pay a visit to Hastings, Bath, and Cheltenham on a venture."
"And what could we do for ourselves there?"
"Why—pick up flats, to be sure!"
"You know, Chichester, that I am not able to work the cards and dice as you can."
"Then you must learn, as I did."
"And who will teach me?"
"Why—myself, to be sure! Could you have a better master than Arthur Chichester?"
"But it would take so long to understand all these manœuvres—I should never have the patience."
"Oh! nonsense, Harborough. Come—what do you say? Three days' practice, and we will be off?"
"But the money—the funds to move with?" cried the baronet, impatiently. "I am literally reduced to my last guinea."