Brass. There's a storm a coming.
Dick. From whence?
Brass. From the worst point in the compass, the law.
Dick. The law! Why what have I to do with the law?
Brass. Nothing; and therefore it has something to do with you.
Dick. Explain.
Brass. You know you cheated a young fellow at picquet t'other day, of the money he had to raise his company.
Dick. Well, what then?
Brass. Why he's sorry he lost it.
Dick. Who doubts that?