"Oh yes, if you like."
"Good; as for Winfield, his only part in the business is naming the lady. Gentlemen, I am really much obliged to you. I have not felt so interested in life for a long time. You are really benefactors. But come, now, we must go into this affair in a business-like way, and, 'pon my word, I'll have another glass in order to drink success to the enterprise."
He rang the bell and the waiter appeared.
"Four whiskies, waiter," he said.
"I don't like this," said Sprague.
"What, the whisky? I'll complain to the management."
"No, the whole business. It isn't right."
"Not right? Why, it gives me a new interest in life, man. Already my moral sentiments are being elevated. I see myself going to that Nonconformist church with a hymn-book and Bible under my arm. I even see myself a deacon, or an elder, or something of that sort. Not right, when it is having such a regenerating influence?"
"Stick to your guns, you chaps," remarked Winfield quietly, who had been the silent member of the party.
"But I must have fair play," said Leicester. "I want a fair field and no favour. All I demand is that you chaps shall hold your tongues. This conversation must not go beyond these walls. That's fair, isn't it?"