"Indeed. Then let us hope you are not very serious about this affair."
"I have made a vow. By that I mean to win, or fall. Have you breakfasted, Owen?"
"Not yet. I shall order a chop and a cup of chocolate."
"You won't join me then?"
"Well, under the circumstances, as we are to be mortal enemies, I hardly think it would be wise. I have some of the Arab's feeling about breaking bread or eating salt with an enemy."
"I would give something to know who betrayed my little game."
"Don't worry about it—my means are such that in order to learn what I wish I am not compelled to make traitors of those you trust."
"And the man on the yacht?"
"Oh! Darby is all right—you can depend upon it he will enjoy himself to the limit. If you read of a man breaking the bank at Monte Carlo presently, make up your mind it was Darby, and that your noble generosity is mainly responsible for his presence in that notable place."
Jerome scowled and muttered something.