"Hang the career," he said moodily.
"It's all very well to say that, old man, but a great deal depends on it."
"What?"
"Well, your future—your future in Parliament, and your future matrimonial arrangements."
He gave the two men an angry look.
"Surely that's my affair," he said.
"Sorry to contradict you, old man; but it is our affair too. That hundred pounds, you know."
Leicester gave expression to a sentiment which was more forcible than elegant.
Sprague looked at him eagerly. Ever since the night when we first met these men, he had cherished anger in his heart towards Leicester. He felt that this man despised him, and he was glad of the opportunity of giving him one, as he termed it, "on his own account."
"Our gallant warrior is afraid to fight," he said with a sneer.