'Bravo I—aw must have my revenge on Clavering; he walked into me for aw—one thousand two hundred.'
'So much?' exclaimed Mac Fee, aghast.
'Aw yes.'
'I have his little bill for it, at three months, with a promise to renew,' said Clavering, laughing.
'Then what shall we have to-night?'
'Whist—at crown points.'
'No higher?'
'No—I have a thousand pounds on that devilish horse at the Oaks, and must trot easily.'
'Whist be it, then;' and here they rose to adjourn, leaving me confounded by the ease with which they spoke of sums that to my simple Highland comprehension seemed enormous.
'Toodles—aw order some pink champagne and cigars to the card-room.'