There was a fine sporting flavour in this deal with fortune that pleased Miss Grimshaw somehow.
"There is one more thing," said she. "Please excuse me for asking you the question, but if you lose the thousand, it will be all right, I suppose? I mean, you will be able to meet your liabilities?"
"Sure, you do not take me for a blackleg? Of course, I'll be able to pay. Isn't it a debt of honour?"
"Good. Then go in and win. Isn't that what the boys say when they are fighting? I'll help as far as my power will allow me. Will you write to Mr. Todd—what's his name?"
"No," said Mr. French. "I'll go to Dublin to-morrow and see him."
CHAPTER X
"Vilits, vilits, vilits, your arner!"
"Oh, bother violets!" said Mr. French. He had just come down the steps of the Kildare Street Club, he had lost five pounds at cards, the afternoon was drizzling, and he was being pestered to buy violets.