"I've got the money I made and what I make."
"What you make now," said Marsh, seizing the opening, "what you make because you know people and bring down customers! You yourself said it. But when you drop out of society you'll drop out of business. You know it."
"I may fool you yet," said Fred angrily.
"You think you can play the Wall Street game and beat it," said Bojo, divining his thought. "Fred, if you marry, whatever else you do—quit gambling." Knowing more than the others, he had from the first known the hopelessness of argument. Still he persisted blindly. "Fred, can't you wait and think it over—let us talk it over with you?"
"I can't, Bojo, I can't. I've given my word!"
"Good God!" said Marsh, raising his hands to heaven in fury.
"Fred, can't you see what Roscy says is true?" said Granning, quieter than the rest.
"Even so, I'm going to do it," said Fred, in a low voice.
"Because I'm crazy, mad in love," said Fred, jumping up and pacing around. "Infatuated?—Yes!—Mad?—Yes! But there it is. I can't do without her. I've been like a wild man all these months. Whether it ruins me or not, I can't help it— I've got to have her, and that's all there is to it!"