"Whist?"
"Can't make up a four?"
"Poker, then?"
"Never again with you, Robin. 'Tisn't good enough, old man."
"Seeking what he may devour," murmured a third voice from behind a newspaper. "Stop the punkah, and make him go away."
"Don't talk of it on a night like this. It's enough to give a man fits. You've no enterprise. Here I've taken the trouble to come over after dinner——"
"On the off-chance of skinning some one. I don't believe you ever crossed a horse for pleasure."
"That's true, I never did—and there are only two Johnnies in the Club."
"They've all gone off to the Gaff."