“As a matter of fact I was looking for someone who might lend me some money,” said the Viscount. “But how you rumbled it beats me!”
“Intuition, Pelham, just intuition.”
“Well, lend me fifty pounds and you shall have it back tomorrow. My luck’s going to turn.”
“What makes you think so?” Rule asked, handing over a bill.
The Viscount pocketed it. “Much obliged to you. I’ll swear you’re a good fellow. Why, I’ve been throwing out for the last hour, and a man can’t go on throwing out for ever. Which reminds me, Rule, I’ve something to say to you. Nothing of moment, you understand, but you know what women are, rabbit ’em!”
“None better,” said his lordship. “So you may safely leave the matter in my hands, my dear Pelham.”
“Blister it, you seem to know what I’m going to say before I’ve said it!” complained the Viscount. “Mind you, I warned Horry he was dangerous at the outset. But then, women are such fools!”
“Not only women,” murmured Rule. “Will you do me a favour, Pelham?”
“Anything in the world!” replied the Viscount promptly. “Pleasure!”
“It is quite a small thing,” Rule said. “But I shall stand greatly in your debt if you would refrain in future from—er—warning Horry.”