"He has, has he? He is an honest man. My God! what it is to have money!"
"That's nonsense. If you were made of money you would not be justified in playing as you played last night."
"That's right. Give it me. I deserve it all. I wonder what my father will think when he finds out, once more, what sort of son I am."
"He'll think of the days of his own youth. When they are confronted with similar revelations, all our fathers do."
"I doubt it. I don't think my father was ever such as I am. Certainly, he never bound himself to commit murder within a month. I suppose that you have not forgotten that the Honour of the Club is in my keeping."
I had not. I had very clearly understood that it was that fact which had caused him to make the spectacle of himself which he had done. I stood contemplating the fire, twisting Mrs. Carruth's note between my fingers. He repeated his own words bitterly--"The Honour of the Club."
"It's a pretty club."
"My faith it is!"
"Your only bantling."
"Don't say that. It's Pendarvon's. You know it is. It's the biggest part of the debt I owe him. When I think of it, I feel like killing him."