"Can't I what?"
"Can't you help yourself to them in spite of her?" demanded Chichester.
"Impossible!" returned Harborough. "She keeps them under lock and key in her own room; and the door of that room she always locks when she goes out."
"How provoking! If we only had some ready money at this moment," observed Chichester, "we might make a little fortune."
"Yes—town is full—and such opportunities as we might have! By Jove, we must raise the wine somewhere."
"You do not think that Greenwood——"
"Oh! no—not for a moment!" cried the baronet, turning very pale as the idea of the forged acceptance of Lord Tremordyn, which would be due in another month, flashed across his mind: "no—I cannot apply to Greenwood for a shilling."
"And after all the pains I have taken in perfecting you in the new dodges with the cards and dice, ready for this season," said Mr. Chichester, in a most lachrymose tone; then, taking a small parcel from his pocket, he continued, "Here are the implements we want, too: every thing prepared—except the money."
"Ah!" exclaimed the baronet, "you have got the things, then, at last?"
