“Certainly,” I replied.
The champagne I had drank had somewhat muddled my brain; and I was in that reckless frame of mind which is so often induced by stimulating draughts. If I had drank nothing, I should have been cautious how I permitted myself to be dragged into the counsels of such a man as Cormorin. As it was, I was becoming rapidly prepared for any desperate step. I was very curious to know what my companion was driving at.
“I’m in a tight place, then!” said he, filling the glass again.
“A tight place! Why, I thought you were on the high road to wealth!” I replied, rather to help him forward in his statement, than because I experienced any astonishment at his apparent contradictions.
“Exactly so! Both propositions are equally true, and equally susceptible of demonstration. You are dull, Glasswood. You don’t drink enough to sharpen your wits. Don’t you see that while I am waiting for a further rise in my stocks I am kept out of my capital?”
“Precisely so; that is not a difficult problem to comprehend,” I replied.
“Well, you don’t seem to get along as fast as I do.”
“I understand you now. Go on.”
“That’s all.”
“Let’s go home, then,” I added, rising from the table.